"May," my boyfriend says, stroking my golden brown hair behind my ear.
"What is it, Peter?" I whisper, growing impatient. I hear the sirens outside and tears well up in my eyes.
"We have to go," his voice is stern and hurrying. "We have to leave everything behind, but we can bring at least a weapon and a family member but nothing more."
The tears drop from my eyes as I blink. I have to bring my father. But my father could take care in his own. My mother died 3 years ago in a car accident, so that isn't an option. So it comes down to my little 10-year-old sister, or Peter's little brother.
"Your brother," I say, gulping.
"He ran out once he heard the news. He's probably gone now." Peter frowns.
"My sister."
Peter nods. "I'll grab the gun and ammo and you grab your sister. We have to go."
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This Could Be A Paradise {Book 1-Original Story}
Horror"Could this get any worse?" I ask, my head in my hands. "Sure it can, May. The zombie apocalypse has started." Peter says in a tamed but sarcastic voice.
