It was Christa, or what was left of her.
Her face, partly ripped off. Her guts, everywhere.
I was crying for a long time. Molly didn't say a thing.
I felt so sad. Flashbacks of Lee came to me. Why didn't I feel as sad as I was about Lee? Christa had done so much for me, but somehow Lee still kills me.
I looked at her once more, closed my eyes, and got up.
"I'm so sorry.... Be with Omid now." I said
Then we walked away. Trying to get back on track. Molly didn't say anything for awhile. We just were quiet. We wanted to get to our destination.
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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!!!)
