< as he raised a second scalpel and brought it plunging down towards her other palm... With a gasp, Jane sat bolt upright on her >

< makeshift bed. The nightmares were back and it caused the deeply knotted scars on her hands to ache as she attempted to shake the last >

< of the memories from her mind. Almost immediately she realised that she must've screamed out loud during her dream, as the sound of >

< several walkers pressing up against the door of the building finally pulled her away from those memories. If she just stayed quiet >

< enough though, she was sure they'd soon get distracted by another noise and leave her alone. Despite the fact that almost four years >

< had passed since that horrific night, and since then the world had completely fallen apart and the dead had risen, Warren Hoyt was still >

< the only person that had ever caused her true terror. He was dead of course, she'd seen to that long before the apocalypse even >

< started, so her fears were entirely irrational, but some horrors can never be forgotten. In reality of course, the walkers should've >

< caused her so much more alarm, but they killed for survival, for the need to eat. They didn't know any different. Unlike Hoyt, they >

< didn't kill to satisfy their own sick fantasies.

//Been reading the books so had a lot of muse to write for Jane.... sorry 'bout that 😂

//And now I want to rp her soooo bad, so if anyone is interested, let me know. #TWDFamily #TWDRP

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//I really want to write Jane more, if anyone would like to RP, let me know. #TWD