One infection causes the society to crumble like a cookie. No military, no economy, no leaders, nothing. No one is coming to save you, no one is there to help. Everyday is a struggle for Mariah Beckon, her adopted brother and sister not making it any easier. When the trio cross paths with a group from Atlanta, she meets the people who she belongs with, her family. As the group of people fight to survive, Mariah falls head over heels for one man in particular. No matter how hard she tries she just can't seem to forget that redneck. This is a story of many things: love, betrayal, hatred, death, but the most important of all, surviving. I do not own any of AMC's The Walking Dead characters, however everyone else mine, do not copy ANYTHING please. @Copyright 2013.

Soraya's a girl that hasn't had the best of lives, bouncing from foster home to foster home ever since the ...incident. Ashton's the guy that has it all, friends, popularity and a great family. What happens when these two are thrown together in one big mess we call life? (Okay so this book is co-written with Beklet, so Soraya's character will be taken by her and Ashton's by me. We will each have a copy of this book in our works and so yeah..should be fabulous c: ) **Disclaimer** This book features the names of real baseball teams and locations, however, the actions of the characters are in no way related to real life dynamics. Each character is individually created for the purpose of fiction.

One year after Kenny's death, and Clementine's still alive. With AJ to look after as well as herself, things aren't exactly easy. Jump another year and she's finding friends, finding hope, a hope she thought she'd lost many years before. The hope that not everything's been destroyed, that not everyone is evil. The question is . . . Will that hope be ripped apart? Or will it only grow stronger? [Ongoing]

Saving the Innocent

Life is broken. That's the only way to explain this damned world. You can't do anything without second guessing your decision, you think that what ever you do is wrong and I can't even count the number of times I've lost my morales. I've had to do things that you should only have to see in the movies. Killing should only be something you hear on the news, but now I don't get a day without hearing people cry and whimper for help or mercy. The world is broken, and it's all thanks to the damned corpses that rise up everyday and chow down on the living. The only reason I haven't given up hope, the only reason I haven't stopped fighting, the only reason I haven't sent a bullet through my brain is because of one thing. This thing that keeps me going, this thing fuels my body, this thing that makes me fight these diseased ridden freaks, is love. The love I have for my family and friends is the only thing that's kept me here, it's the only reason I walk the earth with the dead. Included among my family and friends is the biggest reason I didn't die at the beginning, he's one of the biggest reason's why I protect the prison with my life. This man that saved my life countless times is my broken saviour, this man is none other than my redneck.