After a while, dead people walking around is nothing new. I'm use to it now. I've seen so much death, so many people torn apart in front of me that it barely phases me. I'm so tired of running. I don't want to survive, I want to feel like I'm living, like I'm not one of those corpses. I need a place where I can simply be. (Rated T for mentions of suicide, language, and violence.)
Rated: T - English - Angst/Romance - Chapters: 27 - Words: 50,279 - Reviews: 26 - Favs: 147 - Follows: 99 - Updated: 10/6/2014 - Published: 12/3/2013 - [Carl G., OC] Daryl D., Beth G. - Complete