ROSE'S P.O.V
I dashed in the prison. Not looking back at Jestin. He's been hiding it this whole time! I trusted him, too! What if he had had turned and killed us all?!?! I ran into my cell and sat on my bed, my head in my hands.
"What's should I do?..." I asked myself over and over again.
I laid there, staring at the rusted springs on the mattress above me till everyone was asleep. Till the darkness of night filled the buildings.
CARL'S P.O.V
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It was really early in the morning. Probably 3 a.m. I felt really dehydrated, knowing that I need it drink. But, it was soooo far.
I swung my legs over the bed and hopped off. I ran my hand down the rail of the staircase, making sure I would not lose my balance cause I can't see. At all.
I made my way to the wall, so I could follow it and find the kitchen. Nothing was in my way. It was silent. Then, I ran into something.
Creek...poomph...creeek...poomph
The object hit the wall after every twisting sound.
I found the cold metal table where I had my flashlight last. I picked it up and switched it on.
It swung back and forth. The rope tied to the ceiling. The noose around Jestin's lifeless body.
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The Walking Dead: Secrets
FanfictionThis is a play I have been writing in school, but I am changing it into a book. It is based off of The Walking Dead, but my version. Still, some of the characters, and others are just added in. A zombie apocalypse occurred and now a group of people...
