WALKING DEAD GIRL
I was seventeen years old the first time I died.
This is not a story about love. There is no happy ending. There is only darkness, and the struggle to avoid being consumed by it.
This is a story about survival.
When I was first taken, I thought that my ending had arrived, a smirk on his mouth and bloodlust alight in his beautiful eyes. I waited to die, to be torn apart by sharp teeth and vicious hands.
And I did die.
I just didn't expect to wake up afterward.
I may be flesh and bone, but my smile hides my corruption.
I may look like a girl, but inside I’m a monster.
I was taken. I was turned.
And I was saved.
I was so achingly close to escaping. To returning to my old life. But one mistake came back to haunt me, and now I'm trapped in a nightmare.
VAMPIRELAND #3 : COMING 2018
Mia's story continues...