You walk across the bridge sunset starting you, walk with a heavy bag on your back full of things you need and don't. You set it down and look across the ocean were you can see the world curve. So quiet and peaceful but unfortunately that doesn't last long you hear about 3 pair of feet shuffling and growling you pull out your red, black, and white handle daggers you look to the sunset once more before plunging the dagger into a zombies head. Then another. And another. And so forth after you cleaned your daggers you pick up your stuff and head off.
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Walking Dead Fanfiction (Carlxreader)
FanfictionYou walk across the L.A bridge walking out of town it was amazing how you didn't get bit at all.
