One girl, two sisters, and a famous movie producer. One civil rights project, two months to film, and an abortion clinic. One big snowfall, two cups of coffee, and a crowd of supporters. One voiceless baby murdered since you started reading this.
Bobbi Jo Daryll Otis was what you would call the stereotypical redneck: out in the woods & mountains with her only other neighbors being the Dixons and her sister. Everything was fine before the outbreak, she had a family, a boyfriend, and all the game she could get in the woods, she even got a job in the military as...
*In major construction. Do not read unless you do not want to read the ending for a very long time until I get things figured out. Thanks!* I was just a hacker. Your average, seventeen-year-old, very sarcastic hacker. Well, average if you thought average meant living with your fried chicken obsessed uncle after your e...