Ya Ain't Worth the Damn Trouble
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(Y/n) (L/n) was an art teacher, before the awakening of the dead, as she liked to call it. When it happened she was at her apartment in atlanta when she heard about the bombing and new she had to get out of the city. she ran into a familiar person who would often drop off pizzas at her school, and decided to go with him. Next thing she knew she was in a group of survivors on the outskirts of atlanta.
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