Der wandelde Tod

Der wandelde Tod

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Eine der ersten the walking Dead Story. Schauen was ich daraus machen werde. Let's goo. Ausschnitt: Ich laufe jetzt schon sieben Wochen alleine rum. Ich habe seit 3 Tagen nichts mehr gegessen, was mich aber nicht sonderlich stört,schließlich ist meine Vergangen heit auch nichvt so rosig verlaufen. Ich habe schon längst aufgehört zu zählen, wie viele ich von diesen grässlichen Dingern ich schon umgebracht habe. Diese Dinger sind nicht nur verdammt hässlich sondern stinken, sie stinken nach Verwesung, ein ekeliger Gestank der von dene ausgeht. Ich streife hier also gerade durch diese Hölle von Welt um mal wieder zu überleben. Ich habe schon lange keine Angst mehr vor den Dingern. Wenn ich sterben sollte habe ich auch keine Angst vor dem Tod. Ich seh den Tod nicht als Strafe sondern als erlösung an, wenn es vorbei gehen sollte dann ist das so. Hoffe ich schaffe es häufig hoch zuladen. Viel Spaß.
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Terminus

I am Mariah Langsten, I go by May or Mariah. My friends, or the ones left would call me Mariah Carrie because how I could sing. I never heard it like they did. I am with two other survivors, My best friend Beth Greene, once the shit hit the fan I had no chance to find her. But once I finally got to their house. They were all gone, the barn was burnt to nothing, few walkers lurking and something that looked like their house. She told me a hoard got them and she told me about her group and what happened. It nearly killed me when she told me what happened to Hershel. He was like my second dad when we were kids. We cried for a while in each other arms. Then the other survivor was a guy I found on my way to Hershel's, which was over a 4 or 5 months ago. I lost count, besides his name is Andrew Winder. Him and Beth became a thing, but we decided not to tell her we've had sex more than a couple times. It was for comforting purposes, but we both knew deep down. It was defiantly for the hell of it, we haven't had any one sexually for a long time. I was 23, blonde hair and brown eyes, Beth was 21, blonde with blue eyes. She was so damn pretty. Andy (As I called him) was 25, brown hair and blue eyes. I had zero training before all this started, all I did was play video games, eat food and cuss at online players when they pissed me off. I didn't have much of a life. Never really had a good boyfriend, not even a decent. They all wanted me for my "perfect" boobs. Which I thought was bull shit because its just a piece of fat attached to my chest, ugh. I dropped out. I sucked in everything I was a horrible person, I was a waste of oxygen on this earth. Sometimes I wondered if I bullet would make a nice last meal. (My book Terminus is based on Terminus seen from AMC's The Walking Dead) (I do not own any TWD characters)

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