Everything's food for something else. Humanity has been on top of the food chain for their entire existence. When a disease unlike any other seen before could potentially wipe out the whole human race, the world's top scientists are all sent too Atlanta to discover a way to extinguish the flame before it starts a forest fire. England's top zoologist (sent to observe the behaviour of the infected) is only in the air for twelve hours. But a lot can happen in a short space of time. Whilst Electra is in the comfort of her aeroplane seat up above, all hell breaks loose down below as the disease becomes an epidemic spreading like wild fire. On arriving in Columbus she comes face to face which what seems to be the apocalypse. The dead are walking, but will the living be walking for long?

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Marilyn Anderson always lived in fear of the paranormal. Since she was little, evil things have not only haunted her - but her family. And It didn't help that her mother worked at the most haunted shut-down insane asylum, where sick experiments were tested, Patients were tortured, and unimaginable things happened behind closed doors. Pennhurst State School and Asylum. One spring afternoon in 2009, a ghost hunting crew came to investigate this Asylum. Her mother had informed the crew that Marilyn has had many experiences in the buildings. When they ask her to come join them for not only a walk through and to share her experiences, but to come and join the lock-down, what happens? When Zak finds out the spirits that are trying to attack Marilyn, what will Zak do to protect a girl, that he just met? What will the spirits do, to keep Marilyn all to themselves? What will this lead to? Read to find out... ***Squeal Is Up! 1/6/14 - OH MY GOSH! Over 13,000 views! Thank you all so much! If you like this story please vote and comment! Even though the story is finished it's nice to know how people think the next chapter will be! Don't forget that the sequal to this story is up, It is entitled, "All I Was Trying To Do Was Help" 2/3/2014 - Am I dreaming? This story has hit 15,000 views. I'm crying. Thank you all soooooooooooooo much. <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 I LOVE EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU! 5/12/2020! - thank you all for the views but these comments have me rolling! It's hilarious! Please keep in mind I was 13 when I started this story!

Following closely the third season of the series, this story reveals the life of a fifteen year old survivor, Quinn, and her unusually close, but platonic, relationship with Merle Dixon as they survive the apocalypse together. Having lost her family in the first few weeks of the outbreak, Quinn is no stranger to the horrors this new world brings. The only silver lining was having Merle Dixon find her on the precipice of death and nurse her back to health. Because of that, Quinn has irrevocably bonded with the man on a deep level. Perhaps she is too deeply entwined in his life, too blind to what he has done, and what he is capable of. Perhaps she doesn't know the true Merle Dixon. Nevertheless, she will follow the older man to hell and back, and that truth will be tested in the time to come. Flashbacks are in italic. The Walking Dead does not belong to me, and all characters and dialogue belong to them. Chapters follow (for the most part) the plot from the episode, and some dialogue is taken directly from the show. Once again, all credit belongs to AMC's The Walking Dead, all that belongs to me are my original ideas and my character.

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"He Is Not Dead I cannot say, and I will not say That he is dead. He is just away. With a cheery smile, and a wave of the hand, He has wandered into an unknown land And left us dreaming how very fair It needs must be, since he lingers there. And you-oh you, who the wildest yearn For an old-time step, and the glad return, Think of him faring on, as dear In the love of There as the love of Here. Think of him still as the same. I say, He is not dead-he is just away." ― James Whitcomb Riley

white walls. //lowercase intended.//

two broken people cannot fix each other for as you see when one gets fixed the other falls. (c) all rights reserved to: adorlouble