A Note To The New World

I sat in the tent, jule and barcley had returned, they were all sat outside.

I was getting more sick, the others were still oblivious to it. Still not knowing of my futile fate.

I wanted to write a letter, for my friends and family, if they ever find it.

I got out the pad of paper and began writing, it was full of some random ass stuff, but that is what i wanted to write.

To my dear family,

This is the new us, but before we became this, we were diffrent. Before the dead started to seek revenge, we were other people.

I was a high school student, perfect grades, deaf, dislicked by my mother, loved by my brother and father.

Now im with a new group, im dating a girl named jule. A girl whom i love.

She, before the fall, was a apprentice macanic.

My new friends, liore, he was a shelf stocker at 7/11, but he always wanted to be a NFL player, Barcley, a few days from graduation, she wanted to be a lawyer, And alra, who nobody knows anything about.

These people i care about, they are my family, just like the people at the prison were, dad, hershel, glenn, bob, sasha, michonne, tyreese, maggie, beth, daryl, carol, EVERYONE. Half of them, infact, all of them i didnt know before this, but now they are all the people i love.

One day when they fix the world, make sure they know about the people who survived it, the people from atlanta, jackie and dr jenner who were lost at the cdc, the people from the farm, sofia, the people from the prison. All of them, put them in the history books, they are the ones who held onto humanity long enough to fix the world.

I love my family, i wanted to find them again but i fear that will never happen.

In the prison a sickness plagued the halls, i was one of the first to contract it.

I thought i was better, but it was just lying dormant in my body.

Its killing me, slowly, but not slow enough.

Anyone who doesnt know me but reads this letter, just remember to kill the dead not the living. Work with the living, the dead is the enemy, if you kill survivors your just like the walkers, better of desd, just remember that.

I hope this note finds you well,

Harper Vishera Grimes xxxx

I folded the note and hekd it tight in my hands, fighting off tears.

Suddenly juke appeared ibfront of me so i quickly jammed the letter into my pocket and wiped my face.

She gave me a concerned look befire signing 'you ok?' (thats all she had learnt so far) i nodded in return, i didnt like lying to her but i still didnt have the guts to tell her.

I stood up and followed her out of the tent. The black and red specks started to fill my vision, my knees buckled beneath me and i collapsed to the floor.

I couldnt breath, blood spewed out of my mouth as i layed on the floor, my friends rushed and gathered around me.

Alra layed me on my side to try and stop the choking.

Then i blacked out....

Authors note:

I know i kept repeating myself when writing the note but yeah.

Harpers got a middle name, whats your opinion on the middle name 'vishera'? (honest answers do you think its nice)

Have a nice day guyyss <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3