!No Lemons!
!Bad Language included!
!Death and Gore included!
!Alcohol included!
!Depressed thoughts included!
Fixated age is roughly 12+
Young Scarlett is a lone wolf survivor of the apocalypse and is in search of her old friend Kenny because he is...
Kenny POV: I woke up early and looked around, noticing the area we were in earlier had been turned into a temporary camp, searching for a certain white-haired girl but to no avail. I looked around me and spotted a note saying 'To Kenny, If you're reading this, I'm gone. I'm sorry I had to leave but on the bright side it's one less person to worry about. I left because I was shot, in the arm to be specific. I took care of the last guy for you. The baby is safe with Clementine. I'm sorry I left but you lost too much already- seeing my mangled arm might just do you in, no offence. I know if I don't get it treated I'm gonna turn so... I'm gonna have to shoot--' I stopped reading and got up swiftly, I ran into the woods carelessly and rushed to find her, all I thought was 'She is one of the few people in this world who I'd die protecting. I'm not going to let her die on me.' I suddenly heard a chorus of zombie groans coming from nearby and ran over. I saw them gathering around a tree looking up. As I slowly looked up to see who they were looking at, I saw I deathly pale Scarlet, with an arm that had a bloody hole that needed to be cleansed and fixed up. (WARNING: Blood)
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Looking at her like that made my heart ache in the same way it did when Katjaa and Sarita died but worse. I couldn't be in love with her....she's too young....She's 26 and I'm 39. I shook my thoughts off and grabbed my wrench and started slaughtering the zombies that were trying to eat Scarlet in her vulnerable state. Once I was done killing them, I climbed up the first branch and carried Scarlet carefully toward the camp with a concerned look on my face. I entered the camp put her down on a make-shift bed as I looked at her arm and gently tugged her other arm away from it to get a better look. It looked terrible and was bleeding out. Instinctively, I ripped some of my shirt off to make into a bandage for her.
