I stumbled into the house. I let go of my shoulder. I grab my knife and bang my elbow against the wall. None of them have come. I keep walking down a long narrow hallway. Help me. I sweep the first floor. I walk up the decade, squeaky stairs. At the top it's one long hallway with four doors. I open up one-nothing. The next one-nothing. The next one is locked. Next one. Help me. I open the door and a little 12-year-old-looking walker starts walking towards me. Help me. I stab it in the head- but quietly. I walk back downstairs. I move the couch in front of the door, I'm not taking chances. I spot a couch across the room. A couch. Finally it'll be the first time I've slept in days. I shut the curtains . Plop onto the couch. Gun in one hand knife in the other.
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Dead Willow's
FanfictionWillow finds herself in a deadly situation. With little water, almost no food and no where to go. She lost her dad in the beginning of the outbreak, then her mom. She was an only child. But how long could she hold up?
