Jo's parents alway wanted a perfect child. Perfect blue eyes. Perfect blonde hair. Perfection. When Jo was born they found out she was going to be a brunette and that she has brown eyes. They were disgusted with the newborn Jo. Then they had her sister 4 days later. They found out she was going to be blonde and has blue eyes. They were happy with her. After they left the hospital they took care of her up to when she was aware of her surroundings, then they left Jo on the side of the road to die, but she was found and was brought to an orphanage. She grew up there with small memories of her parents. There was a cruel lady who beat the older kids. Then there was the nice lady who tried to protect the kids from the mean lady but she couldn't be there all the time unlike the mean woman who lives at the orphanage. Jo was never adopted soon she became the eldest kid in the orphanage, and that means the worst beatings. She kept watching her friends get adopted while she was left there. She waited, and waited, and waited. She was there for 8 years. In that time she got a blade, which she used. Used to carve the words imperfect, useless, worthless, unworthy, and unlovable into her once perfect skin. She was just about to get adopted by a nice looking family but then the outbreak started. People started eating other people. She waited about 2 weeks then packed up her things and ran. She ran past those... things that were eating humans. Lucky she took one of the mean lady's protection riffles which Jo had no idea how to shoot along with tons of extra amo(making sure to leave enough to protect the other kids) and a nice sharp knife. She ran far away, coming across a clear prison. With real living humans. With a boy who looked around Jo's age guarding the fences.
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I Found You in a World of Hurt
Fanfic"Who are you?" "I-I'm Jo..." ..... "I'll let you in" "T-Thank you" =Based on the AMC series "The Walking Dead" I bring this fan-fiction of a girl named Jo who has lived through the terrible post-apocalyptic world. This...