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The Girl In The Bloody Clothes • TWD
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Continúa, Has publicado sep 15, 2023
Since the world ended, nothing has been the same. A shy eleven-year old who was raised in a lovely family. Has to rely on herself when she became seperated when the apocalypse started. Everyone she cares about is gone and probably dead. How wil she survive alone? Her life changed when she met a particular man.

Her parents always told her to be careful around other people. So the most important rule was, that she can't talk to strangers. No matter what. They told her about this rule for a reason, but why? She asks herself one question: who is more dangerous the living or the dead? 

And the rule, that is one of the first things she will break.
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