You're too mean, I don't like you.
Fuck you, anyway
You make me wanna scream, at the top of my lungs.
when a young, once innocent girl gets trapped in the whirlwind of an apocalypse, alone and afraid, and the one person who helps her is the last per...
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AFRAID
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chapter four, you could do it too
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ROSALIE HAD SPENT THE MAJORITY of the morning listening to the tapes and reading the comic Michonne had given her earlier on in the morning. Once she finished the comic, she paused her music, gently placing the comic on her desk, along with all of the other comics she had either received from Daryl or Michonne or stolen from Carl's pile.
Rosalie also put down her Walkman, opening her cell curtain, the metal screeching against each other as she took a slow step out of the room and into the larger room, which had a few groups of people talking and smiling with each other. She kept her head downwards, not wanting to initiate any conversations with anybody.
A sigh emitted from her mouth as she focused on walking, her ears picking up random parts of the others' conversations, going through one ear and leaving the other. She elbowed the door open, the door swinging open on its hinges as she hurried through the doorway.
Rosalie knew where she was headed, an idea popping into her head as she noticed the few people getting themselves ready for the supply run. Rosalie paused for a second, the warmth of the sun's rays warming up her cheeks as she started to walk down the cracked asphalt, that had become blackened and more cracked over time.
