Allison dixon lives in the zombie apocalypse with her dad Daryl dixon since she was nine as she grows up she realizes how cruel the world around her really is (I'm make some changes and fixing some thing I wrote this book when I was in 8th grade so if something doesn't make sense bare with me I'm getting there)
My life was a mess before the world went to shit, so when humanity was exiled from the face of the earth, it didn't surprise me. Why should it? My life made no sense before the world ended, so why should it all of a sudden change? Why should the dead walking around change anything? Because we as humans expect the dead...
I lost everything. Everything. Family, friends, they're all gone. The world is just... empty now. I get that life can take an unexpected turn, but I never knew that it be this bad. I felt alone. Nothing mattered. There was no reason for me to live... ... Until she came.