grumpydaryl
Charlie Moore was a lonely teen who had no clue as to how she had survived the apocalypse for as long as she has. The fourteen year old girl had spent - what she could only guess was - about two years running. She ran from the monsters that tore the flesh off human bones with their teeth, she ran from every animal that got too close for comfort, and she ran from people; living people. No one followed the law anymore; Charlie had seen enough to know full-well that those who survived became savages; violent and bloody, merciless savages. No one could be trusted.
Well, that was until she stumbled upon a wall. It towered over her, casting a shadow so large, she felt minuscule. When the metal gates creaked open, Charlie thought that was the end for her. Surely, the strangers would kill her, maybe chop her tiny body into bits and pieces to feed her to those undead corpses as a distraction-something! Never would she have guessed that the people behind those walls would shove a jar of applesauce into her tiny palms and usher her into the nearest home to get her acquainted. The hospitality seemed unreal and every time Charlie went to bed, she swore she would wake up back in the forest, harnessed to a tree branch twenty feet in the air, but it never happened. The refuge was real, but she wasn't sure how long it was going to last and she was not looking forward to finding out.
[THE WALKING DEAD]
[SEASON 5]
[COMING SOON]
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