The Beginning

The Beginning

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Chapter One: I was running, the sweat on my skin kept forcing more and more out of my heated body. I kept running into multiple trees. I must have had 20 scratches from it. I finally stopped. My body wouldn't go any further. That's all I could remember, I sat up from the little quant shelter and sighed. I went outside seeing only the burnt out sun coming back to life. I went over to the pile of wood I collected over the past months. How many now? ... 5? I refreshed the crispy fire and smiled at the sight of the flames came back. I need food; I haven't eaten in a while. I went in the shelter to find my homemade bow and grabbed my knife so I could make more arrows. I gathered at least 23 little sticks and started to shape them into fine points. I picked up all the sticks and placed them into a leather bag I had made and a long time ago from a deer skin. I started to head out into the woods. I've went out a lot to get my food and each time it makes me nervous. All the animals in the woods, I was starting to get anxious, I wanted to go home. I was praying each day and yet nothing has happened. I put my chain of thought back into hunting. I sat into some bushes; my regular spot. I sat for an hour or so and finally I saw a deer. I started to sweat, I raised my bow and pointed the slim, brittle bow at the deer, and my hands were sweating and shaking. I finally released the arrow and the arrow shot from my hand. It impaled the deer right in the line of the heart. The deer fell down and I slowly got up and I walked over to the deer. I hated looking at dead animals, I loved them. I started to tear up and picked the dead deer up. I dragged it back to the campsite. I couldn't do this anymore. I'm going to die out here, I can't, I ran away when I was little, running away from my ... father, he would abuse me and hurt me. I needed to, to find my mom or someone from my family. ((Hope you like the first chapter, I'll be posting more. )) -ScaredInsane
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Terminus

I am Mariah Langsten, I go by May or Mariah. My friends, or the ones left would call me Mariah Carrie because how I could sing. I never heard it like they did. I am with two other survivors, My best friend Beth Greene, once the shit hit the fan I had no chance to find her. But once I finally got to their house. They were all gone, the barn was burnt to nothing, few walkers lurking and something that looked like their house. She told me a hoard got them and she told me about her group and what happened. It nearly killed me when she told me what happened to Hershel. He was like my second dad when we were kids. We cried for a while in each other arms. Then the other survivor was a guy I found on my way to Hershel's, which was over a 4 or 5 months ago. I lost count, besides his name is Andrew Winder. Him and Beth became a thing, but we decided not to tell her we've had sex more than a couple times. It was for comforting purposes, but we both knew deep down. It was defiantly for the hell of it, we haven't had any one sexually for a long time. I was 23, blonde hair and brown eyes, Beth was 21, blonde with blue eyes. She was so damn pretty. Andy (As I called him) was 25, brown hair and blue eyes. I had zero training before all this started, all I did was play video games, eat food and cuss at online players when they pissed me off. I didn't have much of a life. Never really had a good boyfriend, not even a decent. They all wanted me for my "perfect" boobs. Which I thought was bull shit because its just a piece of fat attached to my chest, ugh. I dropped out. I sucked in everything I was a horrible person, I was a waste of oxygen on this earth. Sometimes I wondered if I bullet would make a nice last meal. (My book Terminus is based on Terminus seen from AMC's The Walking Dead) (I do not own any TWD characters)

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