Carl~
"Dad, can we please stop here, everyone is really tired, and we could clear it out pretty quick", I say as we walk past a medium sized house.
"I guess so, we haven't slept in a real house in almost three weeks. I bet there might be some supplies in there too." My dad replies.
As the group walks towards the house, a walker pops out from behind the bushes. Michonne walks up to it and quickly slices off his head.
Dad, Daryl, and I walk up to the door and bust it open. Nothing comes out. I bang on the wall and still nothing. Daryl motions for the group to enter.
Beth walks in with a sleeping Judith in her arms and heads over to the couch. Glenn and Maggie walk in after them and go towards the stairs to see howmany rooms are up there. Michonne and I go into the kitchen.
It's really beaten up in kitchen, huge dents in the walls, and marks in the counter like someone stabbed a knife into it about fifteen times. I open the first cabinet and see a amazing site. Seven cans of soup, two boxes of crackers, ten bottles of water, and even thirteen packets of juice mix.
"Jackpot" I yell so everyone on the main floor could here me.
My dad and Daryl run in, not quite hearing what I actually said.
"Holy shit kid, you just won the lottery" Daryl cheered.
"We'll eat in the morning, but right now everyone should go to bed, I'll take watch" my dad said and waved us away.
Hey huys, this is my first story I've written on here. I hope you like it. I know this chapter was really short but the next one will be longer.
~Jordan
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Fiksi PenggemarTristan is a tough girl, she has been most of her live. When a zombie apocalypse starts she ends up on her own. No friends, no family, no one; by this point a group is all she could ask for.
