I was 8 years old when my father John Winchester left me at my uncle bobby's place and told him to deal with me because three kids is too much. Bobby, that old bastard taught me everything, how to track, how to kill with any weapons, hell I could use somebody's finger and kill them, but I never trusted him not to leave me, not because I didn't love the old fart, but because everybody has, my mom, my dad, all my friends. I only got to see my brothers when my dad had a hunt near town which was great. Anyways now the fucking zombie apocalypse has happened and me and my dog Razor are trying to survive in a world that's gone to shit. Don't get me wrong I hated the place before people died and came back to eat you, but this world doesn't have pizza so it sucks ass. I do not own any characters from the walking dead or supernatural. I only own Kloey Updates will probably be really slow, and when I do update I'll try to do a couple chapters at a time
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