Cool Kids
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Last published Mon, May 2, 2016
When an unpopular girl is stuck in an apocalyptic world happens to find her dads old friend, and his.... Group?
"Hello?" I asked softly asking and yelling through a gate. I hear moans and I turn around with my knife and stab a walker straight in between where it's eyebrows should have been but were replaced with rotten flesh. "Kid get in here, what do you think your doing?" A grey haired woman asked "I'm Carol, and you should probably come meet the group, Ricks gonna want to ask you some questions"
That's funny, my dad had a friend named Rick before all this.
I walked up to find a group of people "Attention! This is.... " Carol stopped to look at me "Autumn....Walsh" I lightly said my last name with my head down "Autumn?" A man asked in a voice like he couldn't believe it. I looked up and saw the man you helped my dad raise me "Rick!" I ran and hugged him as he picked me up.
While still hugging me he spoke up.
"Guys, This is Shane's daughter"
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