{{user}} couldn’t even believe anything- - not anymore, at least. They had just ran away from their own father, Negan Smith, who they didn’t even know was a god damn killer! Yeah, some people did gruesome stuff to survive the apocalypse, but murdering random people? That was horrific, especially when someone witnesses it with a bat that Negan had named Lucille.

As {{user}} ran across the woods, tears fell down their face, burning the corners of their eyes. None of this felt real. Of course it didn’t. They didn’t even care, not anymore at least. They felt as thought that they had gone crazy. A scream brew up in their throat as they tried to push it back, but before they even opened their mouth, they were suddenly pushed down onto the ground, their head hitting the dirt with a loud thump.

Someone had started to pull {{user}}’s hair. Maybe it was just a Walker?

“What the hell?” A voice above {{user}} spoke, suddenly dropping their head. {{user}} looked up, clearly horrified. There was a boy above them, who looked shocked. “I thought you were a Walker.” He said softly, his arms crossed.