Braydon was lying in his bed, gazing out the window into the beautiful night. Ever since the apocalypse, nature has taken over the cities. Braydon sighed as he wandered over to Trinity, slightly shaking her and waking her up. Trinity groaned and looked at Braydon. Braydon quietly gestured for her too follow. Braydon and Trinity walked onto the roof, where gentle snow was floating down. "What..? It wasn't snowing a little while ago." Braydon said, wondering what this weather change meant. He thought maybe their calendars were messed up. That was the only logical answer, right?
(Sorry for the short chapter. School and shite.)
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Walking Among The Dead
TerrorThis should never have happened, science has gone too far.. Schoolchildren have to fight for their lives against these...things..
