I put on my plain grey pants and t-shirt. My medium brown straight hair transforms into a mix of a ballerina and messy bun. I adjust my black Nike sports bra till I'm comfortable. My name is Isabelle LeVine, but my friends call me Izzy. I am what you call a "sensitive 16 year old". I guess they're right, I am pretty sensitive, but people like to mistake that for my kindness. After I finish getting dressed, I head straight to the kitchen to greet my mom. For my dad, well, I never really met the guy, mom says he's a total idiot, so I guess I'm glad. "Hello my little angel!" I hate it when mom calls me that, but today's an exception. "Hi mom"
"I just wanted to let you know, I gotta run to the store, I'll be about an hour."
"Sounds good."
"I love you, see you in a bit, goodbye darling!" She shouts as she makes her way to the door. I heard a click, meaning the door was closed and locked. I walk over to the couch and turn on the tv. The channel: Global news. Guessing my mom was watching that last. The setting the news anchor is in looks like a town close to mine, except torn completely apart. Houses burning. People screaming at the top of their lungs. The anchor informs; Please remain indoors. This is not a test. Grab all the weapons in your house and hide. There is a deadly virus. People eating people. I repeat: This is not a test.
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Cannibal Slayer
HorrorWhen zombies roam the earth, you trust no one. 16 year old Isabelle LeVine learns the hard way. She starts out alone, but soon understands there are still people out there. Good ones. Bad ones. Odd ones. She'll have to not only deal with the blood t...
