sin and sawdust
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  • Reads 17,517
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  • Parts 33
  • Time 2h 53m
Ongoing, First published Jan 18, 2022
Mature
"Like I said," Eve stated, tossing a skittle into her mouth, "Suicide mission." 

Eve is navigating "The End Of The World" just fine, thanks. 
No feelings, no attachments, no worries. (Well, apart from the fact that dead people walked around trying to eat the not dead people.) But life has a habit of throwing you a curveball when you least expect it... 

And this one wears a leather jacket. 


>>OC / Negan / Daryl 18+ for bad language and mature themes<<

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**Timeline changed to suit my story, sorry if it confuses anyone! 
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