The dead started walking when I was 9 years old, my mother just gave birth to my little sister named Bella but died after her birth. Me and Dad took care of Bella while he taught me how to handle a knife, how to scavenge and other things. he died when I was 13 and when Bella was 4. Me and my little sister bounced between communities in hopes of finding one that will last. but they always fall. We're searching together now, for a place we could call home. I'm all Bella has, she is all I have. and I will protect her, protect her like the big brother that I am. The Ratings for this story are: #3 on #tfs 7/27/20 #4 on #clementinexmalereader 8/1/20 #2 on #twdg 8/4/20 #2 on #clem 8/20/20 #1 on #clementine 9/16/20