When I was pregnant, I told myself that everything would be alright. I will live my way, with my child. Forgetting what my parents taught me, cutting the strings that connected to me... for being their puppet.
But it's all just a dream... My children face the same thing I experienced in my childhood.
Then one day, an apocalypse just happened. Everyone is panicking, people killing other people, and eating other people.
But me and my children stay in the hospital, stuck because they're in a coma. Two of them...I lost hope for us, I started to think about what I should do for them. Even if they wake up, it's still the end.
And when they woke up, I planned to kill myself and them too. But, because of someone who just showed up somewhere. Everything changed, and I started to think of hope again. Even
I LOST MY MIND
Because of Rick Grimes, give me the courage to still hope for this damn thing.
[A/N: Hello! I decided to revise the story. I am already done planning the whole plot of this story. I'm just looking for some free time to continue writing this. But since it's my break, I will try to revise the chapters and add more chapters before my school starts again.]
REMINDER❗: I only own my OC characters here, like Elise, Earl, Darlyn, and more. But the characters on the Walking Dead series are not mine and the plot too, I just put some twists on the same plot.
BOOK #3
He's like a storm-unpredictable and dangerous.
I knew he was a sick bastard when he smiled after I hit him the first time.
Annoying and obsessive, that's what he is.
I sensed it early on, but I didn't realize just how deep it ran until his obsession latched onto me.
Until I became the center of his world. Until he started flashing that smug, crooked smile my way.
But we can't... we're not supposed to be together.
We're polar opposites-existing in the same world, but never meant to collide.
Yet, he's ready to tear down everything for me.
But it's not that simple. My brothers are monsters. They'll kill him.
And still, he doesn't care.
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Glasses perched on his nose, calm and collected.
Exactly my type.
I knew he was meant to be mine the moment our eyes locked, that intense gaze pulling me in.
And I'll have him, no matter what it takes-by any means necessary, even if it costs me everything. I want to hold him in my arms, kiss him until neither of us can breathe.
But why is it so hard? Why does the world push back so fiercely when it comes to him and me?
I want him. And I will have him.