❝When it was quiet, I didn't have to worry about a monster trying to make me its lunch. I did, however, have to worry about my wandering thoughts, and I'd have a different monster on my hands if I let them wander too far.❞ ↣ A virus has erupted, turning loved ones into mindless, ravenous, killers. Where the rest of the world sees madness, Kathryn Johnson sees opportunity. She runs from her immutable hell, disappearing into the trees of Northern Georgia. Little does Kathryn know, she hasn't escaped hell, rather swapped one for another. In a moment of unhampered curiosity, she stumbles upon a group that won't take no for an answer. Through these people, Kathryn finds herself examining the walls she's kept herself locked behind. After a lifetime of unknown, a question waits for her on the other side: Can the broken be fixed? ↣ { Featured in the @WalkingDeadRoadtoSurvival "Top Walking Dead Fanfiction" reading list } { ➊ The Walking Dead } { ➌ The Walking Dead Fanfiction } { ❺ Daryl Dixon }

"I can't figure out what the fuck is wrong with me but I know that I'm not okay." Mark sniffs out, putting his oversized sweatshirt sleeves up to his face, letting the tears soak into the soft red fabric. "Pain and loss changes people. It's natural to feel the way you're feeling," Donghyuck responds, grabbing a tissue and handing it to the older. "No it's not. I don't even know who I am anymore." -- Or in which Mark is an orphan and pushes away everyone who tries to get close to him because in the end he thinks they'll leave. Until Donghyuck. Donghyuck comes into his life, introduces him to a group of people, and Mark thinks life isn't so bad after all. *Posted on AO3 under the username @kmarie081801* **Read Tags before Reading** ©__marie_kaylee_88__ Cover Credits: @WTF-YUKHEI