"Why're you bein' so nice to me?" "I would want the same if I were you." Hope Starling was alone when the dead started rising. She had always been alone, with parents that had disowned her and no friends to help her. Inside the department store in Atlanta, she was ready to end it. Still, something was stopping her, but she can't explain it. Daryl Dixon is a lone wolf. Moody, arrogant, broken, he's labeled as the badass of the apocalypse. He will shoot you dead without a second thought if you cross him, and no one does. What he needs is an angel, a Guardian Angel. What happens when two people, seemingly polar opposites, meet? Book One in the Apocalypse Angel Trilogy Highest Ranking: #97 in Fanfiction Featured in the official Wattpad @Fanfic The Walking Dead Reading List

Never doubt what you see, read or hear, it could one day come true. Roslyn Silverstone a sixteen year old, half fae, witch, angel, vampire and werewolf, never believed in zombies but she always joked around about them, boy was she wrong. When Roslyn finds herself in a flesh eating situation she will remember never to doubt it, zombies are real.

**SECOND BOOK IN THE Dear My Sanity SERIES** "That explains a lot." "I bet it does." The mask prevents me from seeing her face but I can just tell she is smiling at me; at my misery. It makes me want to tear her apart limb from limb. But, I restrain myself. It would do me no good to waste energy with her. I got the information I wanted and now I have to go. My mom needs me. "Is that all?" I growl, smacking her hand away. "Yes, it is." "Good," And then I punch her in the face. ~*~*~

*FIRST BOOK IN THE Dear My Sanity SERIES* "Look at your hands. Their blood is on your hands." Jamie stares at her blood covered hands. She clenches her jaw, a muffled scream coming from her. I let her scream but I look around, knowing the police would come soon. If she wants to avoid being caught, she needs to get over her little crisis already. "Get up," I say quickly, going over and grabbing onto her arm to pull her up. "Come on, the police will be coming soon. You're not going to jail." She struggles against me, screaming, "No! You're going to kill me if I go with you." "This all can be erased," I insisted. The wailing of sirens tells me I need to convince her quickly. Jamie pauses, thinking hard. "Fine," she says. "Let's go then." I say no more as I run. She picks up my pace and follows me as I lead her away from her first murders and into her new life. I think it's one she'll fit well into.