It was better. Life was better. I had hope and a future. But then they infested us and ruined everything.
It was a Tuesday morning. I woke up at six to my alarm clock. I turned it off and stretched then got up and dressed in jeans and a sweater then put my hip length black hair into a messy bun.
The crisp November air made me frigid and shivery. I lived in Coldsprings, Montana, it was usually cold. I went across my room to my big dog cage and let Poncho out for the day.
Poncho was a grey and white husky. I found him in the woods one day when I was 8, he was just a pup. That was 5 years ago.
I trudged down the silent hall and heard the typical heavy breathing of my mom and the snore of my step-dad. As I walked I peeked my head into my older sister, Grace's, door. She had just left for college at the start of the school year.
I smiled as I looked at all her stuff then walked to the kitchen through the livingroom. I grabbed the milk then my cereal box and set them on the counter and made a bowl of cereal.
The morning passed then there was a knock at the door. It made me jump at first then I ran over to it and opened the door. There he stood, Leo.
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Loving the Cursed
Mystery / Thriller"They're dead. They killed them! All of them!" I looked at Leo horrified. I had kept my emotions down, lost all feelings for anything. It was the only way to survive. But now everything surfaced. I was scared. Words poured out of my mouth like the t...
