What was wrong with me? Was I hallucinating? I have so many questions that I still can't answer. But I knew he wasn't alive, but oh I wish he was.
I wish I never killed him that day, I wish I never let myself pull the trigger, but I did.
I did because I thought it was the right thing to do.
I didn't want to leave him, sitting there to rot.
But maybe I should have, so I wouldn't miss him.
So I wouldn't miss good ol' Lee Everett. The man who saved me, but I couldn't save him.
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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!!!)
