Of all the days she could’ve died, Death just had to pass up on this day. What an asshole, really.
Rebecca was already dead. And so was Joshua. How could some people have it easy, while she would forever have to struggle through the moral dilemma of shooting herself in the head, or shooting her undead friends in the face.
And if that wasn’t bad enough, she was now also the unwilling companion to a newly widowed man who could barely complete a step without breaking into a sobbing mess.
Good luck surviving the apocalypse, Tara Grace Malady, she sighed.
dailycatnips about 3 years ago
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