Quick Note

It's weird to think that life turned out like this. The dead walking, people turning on each other, felling like you can never have a moments rest.

But that's our life now.

We run. We hide. We fight.

It never ends.

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She's lost everything. She's in a whole different country, no way home, her best friend - the only thing familiar to her - was gone, and people were dying and coming back to eat each other. It was NOT a good Saturday.

(No, I don't own any characters in this except my own.)