Until The Very End
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  • Parts 13
  • Time 57m
  • Reads 856
  • Votes 72
  • Parts 13
  • Time 57m
Ongoing, First published Dec 30, 2022
Mature
She had lost her entire family and was now alone in the middle of nowhere trying to survive when he appeared. Is that man capable of warming her already frozen heart, or will all the things she fears come true?
Read and you will find out.
Troy Otto x Fem!OC
I don't own any characters in the show except my OCs.
Also please don't steal my cover.
English is not my first language, so I'm sorry if there are grammar mistakes.
Spoiler alert for the show Fear The Walking Dead season 3.
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