"Hello." He hissed out of the corner of the dark room, I dared to call mine. He sounded distant, but I still cowered to direct my attention towards him. I soon felt cold air on the back of my neck, forcing me to turn around. His eyes were red like flames, clothes disheveled and torn. Even though his soul appeared dark, the pink in his lips was still prominent. His pitch black hair stood perfectly on top of his face that screamed beauty and danger. But the slightest blood stains on his hands reminded me of what he really was. A pair of lips barely touched my neck, sending shivers down my spine, "I've been waiting," he whispered against my skin. He was my childhood monster. He was just a demon. He was The Midnight Man. And I think I loved him. //First book of the series// **please don't steal this. if you do ur a dick**

After what was supposed to be an amazing trip with her family, Rosaline, a strong and independent teenage girls' life takes a turn for the worst. Follow her and look into her thoughts on her epic journey learning how to survive in the most harsh and inexplicable circumstances after being found by teenage boy by the name of Carl Grimes and being lost three months in the woods and suffering a dark past. This story includes harsh language, violence, gore, and visual scenes that might be uncomfortable for younger viewers. Most credits go to AMC's THE WALKING DEAD and Robert Kirkman kiarasgonzalez ©