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[toddlerkid-blog]

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Norman had walked around camp whistling to himself, offering friendly nods to anyone he passed on his way from his own area. It was hard, having to wander off so often in attempts to care for his mother without her being found for... what she was. He wasn’t going to let them kill his sick mother though, he couldn’t. He had to care for her. And that was why he couldn’t afford any more talk. “Glenn.” He said in a cold tone as he approached the other man he’d somewhat come to know. He walked from behind him, standing close to him so he could speak without being heard. 

“I know what you’ve been saying about me.”

[toddlerkid-blog]

“I could have been a better son.”

When the outbreak began Norman and Norma were dead set to protect one another. They watched each other’s backs and for once, each of their violent tendencies began to work out. Until the day Norma was bitten. She begged Norman to take care of her, to not let her die, and when she expired he was lost. He kept her with him, traveling with his undead mother, he won’t let her leave him.