She's alone. Yet everyone she has ever loved walks among her. Dead, rotting, corrupted flesh. That's all it is. They aren't who they used to be. They will never be the people she loved and cared about. They will never be her mother, father, sister, or friends ever again. To her they must become dead, meaningless meat sacks. They must be nothing so she can survive, so she doesn't turn into one of them. She can't become like them, she's to stubborn, to headstrong, to petrified. She was a normal 17 year old tomboy. Violet Parker was always more into guy things. She hung out with guys, she played "male" sports, and her mother never liked the fact that she wasn't the "perfect little princess" that was expected of her. That was what her little sister was raised for, to be the pagent queen that her mother "never had". Her father on the other had couldn't be happier. He was so proud of the fact that his first born was a force to be reckoned with. She gave the boys a run for their money and didn't handle crap like a girl with drama. But that was before the dead took over and she lost everyone.All Rights Reserved
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