One week, three days, two hours, five minutes and thirty-three seconds; that's how long I had been stuck on this roof in DC after I ensured that Rick, Daryl and the rest of the group could escape the city. Looking over the side I could see that while the Walkers who had congregated outside had slowly began to disperse there was still too many for me to fight through so I could escape.
I couldn't even get close enough to grab one and cover myself in its' insides as the second I put a foot on the ladder they were there at the bottom waiting for me to fall and land in their decaying hands.
Even though I knew there was a risk I would die up here, I still had a sliver of hope that I would escape and make my way back to the others. However, as the days passed my hope was diminishing faster that the Walkers below. One week, three days, two hours, six minutes and ten seconds; despair was clawing at me. I needed to find a way off this roof now that my water and food rations had ended.
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The Remains of Tomorrow #wattys2019
FanfictionWhen the dead started rising three years ago MacKenzie was stuck on her own for 6 months until she finally her dad and brother. Now she is traveling back to the Alexandria safe zone after a month with a truck full of supplies and a new companion. Wh...
