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Probably the Last German || Walking Dead x OC [Indefinite Hiatus]

Probably the Last German || Walking Dead x OC [Indefinite Hiatus]

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How did all of this happen? We moved here, looking for a fresh start... Next thing we know, my dad starts drinking too much alcohol, and, during one of our arguments, I was holding the spear he gave me on my 7th birthday, and he changed at me with a broken beer bottle, and I readied myself to get hit, accidentally pointing my spear at his heart as he ran into it, killing him. The police didn't arrest me, but put me on probation, as they knew my dad was an abusive alcoholic, and allowed me to go to school. Next thing I know, the same accident repeats when a man breaks into our house and tries to force himself on to mom. Once again, I wasn't arrested since it was technically in self defense. The third time... A guy tried to rip my sister's clothes off, and I stabbed him right in the throat with my spear. His buddies tried to attack me, but ended with them dying as well. The next three days, before everything crumbled, I walked through school and sat in my classes, everyone whispering that I was a serial killer, even though all of those times were in self defense... Then, crap hits the fan... My school becomes flooded with the dead attacking everyone, everyone in my neighborhood is being attacked as I run home, I grab my spear... And see that my mom and sister are dead, my sister feeding on my mom... She tried to attack me, but I used my spear, and pinned her through her throat, but she was still growling as her head fell off. Next thing I know, I grabbed anything useful for supplies, and hid in a car until a group of survivors brought me to their camp outside of Atlanta. Three months later, that's when I met the officer that started some unknown turmoil with the other at the camp, apparently being in a coma for the last three months...
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Terminus

I am Mariah Langsten, I go by May or Mariah. My friends, or the ones left would call me Mariah Carrie because how I could sing. I never heard it like they did. I am with two other survivors, My best friend Beth Greene, once the shit hit the fan I had no chance to find her. But once I finally got to their house. They were all gone, the barn was burnt to nothing, few walkers lurking and something that looked like their house. She told me a hoard got them and she told me about her group and what happened. It nearly killed me when she told me what happened to Hershel. He was like my second dad when we were kids. We cried for a while in each other arms. Then the other survivor was a guy I found on my way to Hershel's, which was over a 4 or 5 months ago. I lost count, besides his name is Andrew Winder. Him and Beth became a thing, but we decided not to tell her we've had sex more than a couple times. It was for comforting purposes, but we both knew deep down. It was defiantly for the hell of it, we haven't had any one sexually for a long time. I was 23, blonde hair and brown eyes, Beth was 21, blonde with blue eyes. She was so damn pretty. Andy (As I called him) was 25, brown hair and blue eyes. I had zero training before all this started, all I did was play video games, eat food and cuss at online players when they pissed me off. I didn't have much of a life. Never really had a good boyfriend, not even a decent. They all wanted me for my "perfect" boobs. Which I thought was bull shit because its just a piece of fat attached to my chest, ugh. I dropped out. I sucked in everything I was a horrible person, I was a waste of oxygen on this earth. Sometimes I wondered if I bullet would make a nice last meal. (My book Terminus is based on Terminus seen from AMC's The Walking Dead) (I do not own any TWD characters)

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