the walking dead

by ghoulia
(canada)

There was once a kind teenager who was about sixteen.One day she was pushed off a cliff.She couldn't reach a branch or rock to grab so she fell to her painfull death.Her funral was the next day they buried her but they forgot to close the coffin and they threw no holy water.She woke up a year later dirt in her eyes and mud all over her she started to dig upward.She inhailed the sweet air.The air had hurt her eyes and she looked about her.She rembered everything her death hitting the ground and then awaking.She tried to speak but she found all that came from her mouth was uhhhhhhhhhhhh.It was night in the cemetery quite dark she tried to run but she was very slow.Then she saw flowers all around her grave.Then a voice starteld her.A teenager that was blue and flaming hair she remembered holt she cried (holt was her boyfriend).Oh holt she moaned.Mmmm she understood that he wasnt a zombie nor he was talking it but she understood and he.I killed myself ghoulia he said.After your funral i lit a fire to my death.Ghoulia grabbed his hand and they started to walk away.they moved to a house old and ripped torn and cracked.read the next book the walking dead two the house