Designer maggots, pimped out walkers, and me.
Hit,dragged,crushed under the wheels of a garbage truck--my life began.(The story is awesome)
- Genre Fiction
- Status Draft
- Followers 2
My strength had been tested. My spirit was held down. I opened my eyes, sat up, both my feet on the ground. I couldn’t move, couldn’t feel legs.. "My God" they all said, "Will she ever be OK"?...Cont.