The Last of Us: Kayley
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This is a fan story. Technically,an oc story,because I love this game so much.My name is Kayley.I have survived on my own for a while,ever since my group got demolished from getting trapped in a sewer then eaten by infected.I was told to stay outside,being the only one to not get eaten alive.Wanna hear my story?Just read and see if it interests ya'.It will suck for a while probably,but watch and see who I meet,kill,include,and all out write about!
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