I took a deep breath and rounded the corner. Croat here, Croat there. Nothing we couldn't handle.
"Dean," I whispered, my voice barley audible in the chilly December air. My brother looked up at me, all while silently loading a pistol.
"How many?" He asked, just as quiet as I had been. It was a miracle that we could communicate. It was a miracle that we were still alive.
You see, The apocalypse started yesterday. December 24st. Merry Christmas, I guess.
I suppose I should introduce myself.
My name is Mary Winchester. I have one brother, Dean Winchester-Martz. He was named after my father. The filthy jerk ran out on me when I was not even 2 months old. Got himself killed, serves him right.
I have an uncle, my father's only brother. Sam. My mom, well.. She started drinking when my dad died. My brother basically raised me.
I don't know where she is.
It's all good. I mean, I'm upset. But I was raised like a soldier.
Guns, knives, basic combat skills. I was carrying a canister of pepperspray at age 7.
Dean and I are going to rock this apocalypse.
We are going to survive.
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FanficMeet Mary Winchester Martz. Two months after she was born, her father died in a freak accident. Her sister, who she never met, supposedly suffered the same fate. Ever since her mom started suffering from depression, Mary and her brother Dean have be...
