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The Devil's Own (Walking Dead)

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Running down an ally way to be met with more walkers I find no choice but to go up the building. Theres nothing but windows to climb but its ethier that or get eaten. Pushing my body to jump up on the first ledge and pulling myself up, to the next and the next until I reach the top. Looking down I can see they are surrounding the building. Then I see something else. Him. The man I saved. 
"HEY HEYY OVER HEREE!!" He looks and smiles. 
"PLEASE HELP ME I SAVED YOUR ASS!" 
"MERYL DIXION DOESN'T NEED ANY HELP. BYE SWEET CHEEKS." 
"PLEASE! PLEASEE!!!" 
"I BEG OF YOU PLEASE!" My vision is clouded with tears as I become dizzy. I can't hear my own thoughts just walkers and the sound of death as it approches.All Rights Reserved

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