-A Walking Dead Fictional Story-

-No specific romance is planned-

A world where shit hit the fan. Ashlee and her little sister, Amira, have learned to survive in it. When trying to find their way back to Tennessee, they come across a man, oddly clean, and in a police uniform. 'Who is this man?' Ashlee thinks. 

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"Lee, im hungry..." Amira whines, tugging on my sleeve. I look around, and spot a gas station. "If we can get to that 'ere buildin' we can eat sum. Does 'at sound good?" She nods. I glance around a little more before making a dash for the station. Just as we make it in, we turn and see a few walkers coming for us. Amira grips her knife, and i take one of my arrows from my holster. "Remember, take them out at the knees first." She nods and does as told to one. I kill the last two and push them off to the side, since they were somewhat smaller than the average. "Hello! Girls, I know you are in there, come out. I wont hurt you!" I look outside and see the damn sheriff. What does he want...

Inspiration from DaryliciousFiction and her wonderful book!