Zombie? *Incomplete/being redone*
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Última publicación mar, feb 5, 2019
Carmon woke with a gasp, sweat trickling down her face.
"Just another nightmare.." She would remind herself as she stood. Her dirty blonde hair was tied into a tight bun, it was originally a lot lighter but gunk from her travels darkened it. Her bangs would hang limp in front of her clear blue eyes, and her eyes would point to her bag she had used for a pillow. She picked it up, slinging it over her shoulders and onto her stained jacket. It was supposed to be white, but it was permanently dyed crimson red and mud brown. She adjusted her black sneakers and noticed another tear near the ankle of her blue skinny jeans.
Carmons head shot up as she heard groans in the near distance. She opened the shops door and ran out, seeing a hoard of the uglies in the horizon.
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