I hated killing, killing people. And for some reason, killing that man, hurt me.
I looked at his sickly green face, tears still dripping off his face. I turned away because I knew I had a job to do.
I scavenged around and found cans of food and baby formula, it wasn't a lot, but it would do.
As I started to walk out the door, I looked back at him. Holding back some tears, I fixed my pigtails and walked out.
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The Walking Dead: Missing
HorrorThis is my first story :D All ideas originated by yours truly, most themes and characters from the makers of TWDG. ❤️ (SHORT CHAPTERS!!!)
