It been a month or so now since all of this started. my parents are dead and my brothers are too, I have no one. I've been living in the attic of my house with only a little of food and water left, I'm going to have to leave soon. But am I ready for what's about to come. My names... Hope.
I finally had the strength and courage to leave my house, I gathered all of my things some food and water, plus my pistol and pocket knife. As I climbed down the ladder I hear a groan, I turn around to find myself face to face with a walker. I have no time to pull out my pistol so I take my pocket knife and drive it into the walkers head a bit of blood splattered on my shirt I just ignore it and keep walking. I make my way through the house and to the front door, I unlock the locks on the door and open it. The bright sun hits my face "wow I haven't seen that in a while" I say to myself.
(2 days later)
I finally made it to open road, I had to kill some walkers on the way but I did it. I continue down the road, I realize I have no food or water left, I'm really hungry and I can tell I'm dehydrated. I'm now sitting on the side of the road ready to pass out when I see a greenish car coming towards me.
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Fight the dead, fear the living( The Walking Dead, Carl Grimmes fanfic)
FanfictionIn the middle of a zombie apocalypse Carl Grimes saves a girl named Hope off the side of the road he later on falls in love with her. Hope loves him too but will one of them have the courage to speak up and tell the other how they really feel.
