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The Game (Daryl Dixon Fanfiction)
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Ongoing, First published Mar 20, 2017
Mature
"It's all  game! What's the point of surviving anymore? It's never going to go back to how it was. It's either kill or be killed, and I'm done fighting when I'm going to die anyways." I screamed at Daryl, shoving him away from me lightly, kneeling in front of my once alive friend's body.

  "Darlin, as long as we're alive and that means there is hope. We're going to get through this, we wouldn't have made it this far if we didn't" Daryl whispered into my ear, pulling me away from my best friend's corpse. I cried into him, losing the last of what I considered my family.
  
 "Don't look back, Ember. It's the only way to move forward" Daryl told me as he continued on through the night.

*All credits go to the creators of AMC's The Walking Dead except for our characters Ember & 
Max*
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