Desolation - A TWD Fanfiction
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Ongoing7m
Last published Fri, Dec 18, 2015
Desolation. It destroys the best of us - fuels the worst of us. But that's not the only problem - compared to the others, it's hardly a problem at all.
The group finds one problem - 6 unknown people, emotionless faces, cold icy glares, hiding true emotions under a mask. Can they be trusted?
And the most important question: Will the "Unknown survivors" contain their secrets for long, or will everything they attempt to hide be revealed? Find out in Desolation - A TWD Fanfiction.
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