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Sam stared at the car. Not at the words, but at the image. It was girl about his own age. She wore a leather joker jacket custom that's been hand made and looks similar to the Bounty Hunter and Tom's friend Negan, and blue jeans. She had hair that was thick and long. She wore a leather holster, which held a pistol that Tom used to have, a Colt Python. She carried a machete. Behind her was a heap of dead zombies. The pairing was incredibly lifelike- more like a photo than a painting, but there hadn't been a working camera for years.
What held Sam's attention- what riveted him- was her expression and the familiar face he might of know, like he used to seen her. The artist must have seen her, because he caught her with a blend of emotions on her beautiful face. Anger, or perhaps defiance with a little smile, tightened her full lips into an inflexible line. Pride lifted her chin. But her baby blue eyes held such a deep and ancient sadness that Sam's breath caught in his throat. He knew that sadness. It haunted Tom eyes every day, the day when he lost someone important, and lost another as well.
This girl knew. This girl seen some he's seen. Maybe worse. But this girl is so familiar. Does he know her? He definitely knows her but it can't be. Tom and Sam lost her after Lucius attack. It could be.
And there he looks and his heart explodes from surprise and almost cries in front of his friends. She's alive and well, Sam belts in his thoughts.
The name in the caption bar at the bottom of the card: "Mal."
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The Ruins Part 2 (Sequel to The Ruins)
Horror[Completed 2019] Book 2. Read The Ruins first to the second book: Three months have passed since the gruesome battle with Charlie Marion Pink-Eye and the KillGames in the Infected-infested mountains of the Ruins. It's also three months now Mal and t...
