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Alternate Apocalypse
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Ongoing, First published Dec 18, 2014
Lacey Woods was a faithful woman with a loving family, friends and a new foster daughter. Rick Grimes was a responsible, protective father, husband and friend. When these two meet and new friendship is formed in the heat of the moment, and the world goes to hell in a hand basket can faith,love and family get you through or is it just a liability in this evil new world.  This is the story of our familiar walking dead family and new characters I created.

Eventually, the whole cast of TWD, Carl, Carol, Daryl, Maggie, Glenn, Hershel, beth, Michonne, Lori, Shane and the rest, will be included. I have no association with the walking dead franchise in any way but this story has been brewing so here goes. Please comment thanks for reading.
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