It's weird to think that life turned out like this. The dead walking, people turning on each other, felling like you can never have a moments rest. But that's our life now. We run. We hide. We fight. It never ends. ______ She's lost everything. She's in a whole different country, no way home, her best friend - the only thing familiar to her - was gone, and people were dying and coming back to eat each other. It was NOT a good Saturday. (No, I don't own any characters in this except my own. This was started in 2019 and first began publishing in 2020/1, please give me slack for my teenage brain.)
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