"Macon...." I repeated to myself.
I've heard about Macon before. I knew someone who use to live there. When I think about that person, it makes me cry.
So there went some tears, running down my face and hitting the ground.
After I let out a few tears, I continued what I was doing. I had to look for this person called the "Wizard". Weird name, I know.
As I walked along the road, I heard the whistling of trees. It sounded like they were trying to tell me something, but I was to dumb not to listen to them.
They were warning me about something, something that I couldn't even try to stop.
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The Walking Dead: Missing
HorrorThis is my first story :D All ideas originated by yours truly, most themes and characters from the makers of TWDG. ❤️ (SHORT CHAPTERS!!!)
