Biting Bullets(The Walking Dead FanFic.)
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Last published Mon, Feb 8, 2016
He wasn't like the others.
The way he survived that long with the state he was in was beyond their belief, but anything was possible in a time when the dead have come back to life...right?
But what do you make when you find a simple but mysterious man executing dozens of walkers without so much as a scratch?
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