Every night I lay awake startled by the sounds that bring the house alive. Every waking moment is torture, never knowing when something might attack.
There use to be 15 of us but now only eight stand here today. The seven people were sent to get supplies. We expected a 4-5 hour run for the supplies, but its been a month and a half and there was no return.
As I woke to the colors of the morning sky I found myself alone. "Were are they?!?!"
I walk outside to see an outdoor fire,my dad was cooking up something that looked squirrel like. My dad is a tall brunette guy with bright blue eyes, lots of people say we look alike.
"Hey, goodmorning faithy" he said with a smile.
"Dad dont leave me in the house alone I thought the dead got everyone!" I screamed.
"It ok, were ok, and we will be ok."he said. "We have only had 3 dead up here so far. Trust me your safe."
"Yah dad I know " I sighed
"Ok kiddo lets get eatin'!"
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WORLD WAR 3
Science FictionThe year is 2027, life as we know it has crumbled. The things we have seen... are unforgettable. The things we have done... are unforgivable. This is a new era were the dead rule the earth and the living are left to find what is left of humanity. T...
