When a single scratch means death, it is paramount you find someone to watch your back.
Unfortunately, survivor Caroline Wolfe has never had this privilege. When the plague began to ravage the world as she knew it, she was left to fend for herself, forcing her into positions she never wished upon anyone.
The plague broke out five years before, killing over 90% of the world's population. It turned those she thought she could trust into mindless, undead, monsters. Caroline was lucky to have made it out of Ottawa alive, thanks to the help of her childhood in the Yukon, learning how to fight and survive with more traditional weapons.
When she finds herself trapped within the confines of an abandoned apartment complex in what was Caledon, she has to make a choice. Either face the undead alone or help the mysterious, accented, skull faced man she finds within.
What she isn't expecting is to find someone she can lean on and, even, learn to love.
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This is a Call Of Duty fanfiction, but it does not follow the plot of the games. I do not own any art used, nor the character of Ghost, Soap, Price and Gaz. I do own Caroline Amki, Cleo, Pearl and the two Scott's.
One night, when Fiona and Amanda were watching the hobbit. They are sucked into the universe. Follow them as they journey with the company of Thorin Oakenshield and help to reclaim the mountain. Will their heart be forever taken by two dwarves or will they finally make it home?