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Complete, First published Dec 14, 2019
Mature
Book 3: Flesh And Bone


"You said you had my back." 

Cristine felt her scalp tingle, neck and facial muscles pulled tight. This conflicting feelings of helplessness and being cornered annoying her greatly. Everything Troy said made her angry and if it was before she wouldn't care about any of this. She'd stay as far away from him as possible and watch it all crash and burn before escaping with her family. But they had a mutual respect for one another now.  That's what Cristine liked to believe until Troy smashed it like some cheap vase in barely a few days. Cristine felt betrayed and sickened by his actions. She should have been used to people disappointing her, but this time hurt her more than usual and Cristine didn't understand why.

"Was that a lie?" Troy asked genuinely.

"No," Cristine felt something tickle at the base of her throat and her eyes stung. "But I'm not going to pretend that what you did is okay. It'll never be okay Troy. Do you get that?"


WARNING: Mature and triggering themes will be present in this story. It's The Walking Dead universe, so that's to be expected. So if you're easily triggered, please don't read this. I won't be placing any trigger warnings in my chapters. 

I only own my original characters and the non-canon plots of this story.

Fear the Walking Dead Season 3 | Troy Otto x OC
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