Everything changed that one day when that boy saved me from the walker that nearly ended me.
He was stunning and quick.
I don't know how this boy could have saven me. He was by me in a flash, as the walker tried to rip my head off.
Pretty creepy, I know.
But this was life.
The walkers had sprung and were slowly tearing away at our population.
I don't know when the cure will arrive. It'd be a miracle, sure enough it would.
But that won't happen.
Miracles don't happen to my family.
I have an example.
Last year or two ago, my brother was severly injured and hurt by a walker.
He has no leg.
He told me he didn't need no leg.
But why would he say that to me; I knew he loved to swim it's all he ever wanted to do.
His dream was gone.
Dead.
It was flying through the dusty, broken bullet shelled wind.
And it wasn't gonna come back home.
Who am I?
I'm sorry I'm so rude. My name Kylie Nicholson. I'm 14. I have a brother injured by a stupid walker. I have no parents. They were killed by walkers, as usual. Me and my cripple of a brother are living off clothes we sell. I have no brain either. I'm an idiot.
I have nothing, basically puttin' it.
But, about them miracles?
That don't happen?
Well, I think one actually happened.
That boy.
That little boy.
Who saved me from the walker.
What he did.
That boy under the hat.
I know what it was exactly now!
It was a miracle.
And miracles just don't happen to my family.
Never.
Thanks for reading!
My sister @nialljc93 helped me write this!
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