In Their Empty Eyes

In Their Empty Eyes

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Although the exact date of the apocalypse is uncertain, the day that it reached Grayville was not hard to determine. It was the 5th of June—or, to be more exact, a Tuesday—and the year I'm sure I do not need to mention, for it is quite obvious on its own. The timing, however, was miraculous, and I do not speak for the residents of Grayville. The unmentionables struck at precisely the right hour, when everyone was asleep and unaware of anything unholy—which, unfortunately, was exactly what they were. A clear example is poor, 4-year-old Jessica Kay, who was among the very first to become part of Hell's army. Her mess of tangled brunette hair made a ball around her tiny head as she made a small, inhuman roar, signaling the remaining unmentionables' attack.
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-ˏˋ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪ'ᴅ ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀꜱ.ˊˎ- Elodie Price had never heard the soft breeze of the wind or the sound of birds singing in the trees. After losing her older brother and her mother, the world had become grey. Ten years old, and already the universe had stripped her of everything. She couldn't see any reason to keep moving, no one to protect her. The Walkers would find her soon enough. With her hearing loss, she wouldn't even hear them coming. She could barely hear the world screaming around her. Her mother had always been harsh - never quite satisfied with anything Elodie did - and her brother distant. The little bits of love that trickled through, the faint scraps of affection, always seemed to slip through her fingers like water. She didn't belong. Not to them, not to anyone. So when she had come to the conclusion that maybe it was her turn to go, she never expected anyone to care. She never expected anyone to save her. Certainly not someone like Daryl Dixon. 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰; ©𝙙𝙞𝙭𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙙: 𝙛𝙚𝙗. 𝟭𝟮 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙: - updates set in season 5 (the earlier chapters truly suck in my opinion, so once you get to like chapter 10 or so it gets better :,P) DISCLAIMER: I do not own The Walking Dead, or its storyline. I only own my orignal characters.

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