Shattered, Not Broken (The Walking Dead/ Carl Grimes fanfiction)

Author's Note:
Okay guys. This is my first chapter. It's kind of boring at first, but bear with me! Sorry, it gets better though! I also have shorter chapters, just letting you all know before hand. And just letting you all know now, there is some bad language in the story, and there may be some mild sexual scenes in the story. Not yet though. Thanks and leave input in the comment section please!!!
~Stephanie
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*Scarlette's pov*

Chapter 1💀
I don't know... I really don't. I have no idea what's going on right now. My life is a blur, and everything seems like a nightmare. I can't even remember the last time things were normal... Maybe one year ago... No... It must've been a few months. It seems like a long time since things were normal I guess.

In case you were wondering, I live in a world filled with the most evil, horrifying things known to man. I always thought that those scary movies were stupid, and I was the kind of girl that laughed at the screen whenever someone was attacked. Well I'd take those movies any day instead of this. These... Walking dead.

Okay, so maybe it would be a good idea to introduce myself. I'm Scarlette Natalie Harper, just your average girl. I'm an introvert, and honestly I'm not popular or rich like a bunch of other kids around here. But I have enough money, and I have my family and friends. Well... Not sure where all my friends are, but you get the idea.

Anyways, I'm pretty average. Average height, brown hair, brown eyes, not really anything special. And I'm fairly smart, which helped push me up the grade... Truth is... I'm a nerd. You know, an honor student that always blurts out random facts and statistics in an everyday conversation... This means I'm kinda young for my grade, which isn't always the best if you look like a twelve year old because of your height and freckles... I just finished ninth grade, and am supposed to start 10th grade in August. I guess that's not gonna happen. Plus, age is gaining up on me. Soon I'll be 15...

I have quite a bit of muscle mass because of softball, biking, and marching band. And it's not that guys don't like me... Because quite a few do... Or did. I just wasn't interested in them I guess. And now with this whole apocalypse, boys are probably the least important problem. Keeping everyone, especially my family, safe is my main priority.
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