Hello loves!

This is my first story on the site, so be gentle. The idea to write a Walking Dead story has been on my brain for a while now, so I am finally going to do one. This is simply a teaser for what's to come, so don't be disappointed. Date of release is at the bottom, as well as a little treat. I'm curious what you think the story will be about from the summary and poem below, so please share your ideas in the comments. :) Disclaimer: I own nothing of the Walking Dead. All rights belong to Robert Kirkman and rightful own only characters of my own making and storyline.

You may tread me in the very dirt

But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Just like moons and like suns,

With the certainty of tides,

Just like hopes springing high,

Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?

Bowed head and lowered eyes?

Shoulders falling down like teardrops.

Weakened by my soulful cries.

You may shoot me with your words,

You may cut me with your eyes,

You may kill me with your hatefulness,

But still, like air, I'll rise.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear

I rise

Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear

I rise

From "Still I Rise" by Maya Angelou

Prologue - It All Falls Apart

6/15/14

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