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Wings of insanity
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Ongoing, First published Feb 20, 2016
Mature
(Y/n)is crazy, psychotic. Insane as many would say it. But you were like that long before the walkers came around. But in a way as soon as they did you didn't feel so much of a freak as you normally did. You found it easier to fit into groups and live on with them. But any time they would found out you were clinically crazy you  would be booted out instantly.  



And that's how you met him, just after (y/n) was  pushed out from the back of a pick up and left for dead. He was your savior. Daryl Dixon. But can he now show you how he feels about you. Can he keep you safe from the dangers faced. And how long can (y/n) hide the fact that you're  crazy. And if found out would they let you stay??



(( this is a part of a matching book series with @girlofstorms so don't get mad at us or tell us it's a copy. We know what we're doing lovies. And remember this book is the first to spark them off))
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