When this started, I was in Atlanta. I was doing my normal routine, getting supplies for my mother my sister and I. My dad had died when I was younger, but I didn't care. He had abused my mother and I, and I had scars on my stomach and my back.
I was wearing my black skinny jeans, my favorite pair of combat boots, my dark green tank top with a dark brown jacket over it. My (h/c) was in a neat ponytail (if you have short hair you leave it as you normally have it) and I had a crimson scarf around my neck. (My boots usually hid a small but efficient dagger in them.)
Everything was peaceful until the military came and started telling everyone to leave. I grabbed my weapons,( a bow , some guns, daggers, and my katana). We started driving away, but got stuck on the highway, where everyone was confused.
We met some people and started talking with them, Carol and her daughter Sophia and Lori and her son Carl, oh, and Shane Walsh. He eyed me pervertedly.
Timeskip
We watched the city get bombed. My sister was sobbing into my mom. We then knew the world had gone to complete and utter hell.
Thank you for reading my story guys! Sorry if it isn't that good.
