My name is unknown to many, in fact they simply know me as "Hood." However; my birth name is Abby Roads, I'm a sixteen year old female and I'm what most people would call a hunter. Not your average animal- well on second thought, I guess they could be classified as an animal, anyway I hunt the living dead. It's a bit of a family business, you see the living dead have always been around but in small numbers, we would probably see up to five a year; just recently they have grown in numbers and wiped most humans including my father. The remaining humans have started a new civilization, it's quite disturbing so I live outside it's pearly white gates, those humane looking walls hold less humanity then the dead outside them. You see not all people living on the inside are horrid pieces of shit. The ones running the show are the real problem, they put most into categories, women as young as fifth-teen were made breeders, and men, who are just unlucky as the females are made donors.
That's really the only two category's I personally have a problem with. I miss how things were, really, but I should probably start at the beginning. The last day of school and the day before summer vacation, the day the world ended.
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Monsters
HorrorMy name is not importation, most people know me as "Hood." Their has always been the dead, living among us, just in small numbers, Hunters have kept them down to where you would possibly see five a year. Normal people of coarse do not know of the d...
