Christina Anderson (TWD FF)
71 parts Ongoing Mature"Nurse, I need some help." I turn to the man and furrow my eyebrows once more.
"I'm not a nurse." He just nods.
"Where can I find a nurse?" I shake my head.
"Now? Probably no where. It's slim pickens out there. Most people are gone now." He stiffens a bit as he looks scared at my words.
"Gone? What do you mean?" I put my gun back in its holster and shrug.
"Dead. Once the dead started walking again, most people started getting picked off. It was fast. No one believed the news, so they didn't stay at home."
⚠️Disclaimer: I did not create The Walking Dead. I added my own characters, plot, etc.⚠️