klinta00
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My name is Charlie, I'm twenty-two years old, and apparently yelling at my TV has consequences.
I was sitting there watching *The Walking Dead*, getting madder by the minute because, seriously, how hard is it to use common sense during the apocalypse?
Then a voice came out of nowhere.
"Would you like to correct it?"
My eyes went wide.
Was I scared? A little.
Did that stop me? Not even close.
"Yes," I said fast. "But if I'm going in there, I need supplies, weapons, clothes, food, and enough backup to make sure I don't end up as walker chow."
Next thing I knew, I was standing in the middle of Atlanta with bright purple hair, grey eyes, sparks flying out of my hands, and walkers surrounding me.
Only problem for them?
I'm immune.
They won't bite me. They won't touch me. Most of them won't even come near me.
So now I have a chance to change the story, save the people who deserve saving, and knock some sense into the ones who keep making stupid choices.
And then there's Daryl, Shane, and Rick.
Three stubborn, protective, dangerous men who all seem to think they can handle me.
Cute.
Daryl watches everything with those sharp eyes and acts like he doesn't care, even when he clearly does. Shane is all fire, attitude, and protection, ready to stand between me and anything that breathes wrong. And Rick? He has that hero thing going on, trying to keep everyone together while looking at me like I might be the one thing he can't figure out.
I came here to fix the apocalypse.
I did not come here to fall for three men.
But apparently, the walkers aren't the only ones drawn to me.
This world better buckle up, because I'm not here to follow the story.
I'm here to rewrite it.