Dear, sweetheart. When you're reading this, I am probably dead. Your dad is buried in the backyard, don't go there. I am locking myself in the attic, I have the key, don't bother finding me. You can take the car, and the shotgun is on the coffee table, its cleaned and loaded. Extra ammo is in the kitchen, food is in the pantry. Board up the windows, don't talk to anyone and if you have to leave, go to aunt Sylvia.
I love you.
Sorry about everything.
Mom.
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Call me Lexi: A walking dead story
ActionLouise Howard, gifted student from an Ivy league school finds herself alone in post-apocalyptic America. She discovers how her sheltered childhood has left her with no real skills too live in a world that she would rather avoid at all costs. Through...
