The next morning, I keep walking through the woods. Last night, there was about 2 dozen kills I did. In the end of the world, you really don't have that much time to sleep, or trust, or even survive. I come to what looks to be the end of the woods. I see a highway. Maybe that's gonna get me somewhere. Suddenly, I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn around and realize it's a zombie and shoot it. "Maybe I should take out my knife instead. Don't want it attracting the rest of 'em" I exchange my gun for my knife. I walk down the road with caution. I start thinking about my mom. We could've made this together. She would be so proud of me. That's all I could ever ask for. She was a very beautiful women and I will admit that we look similar. I got her bright blue eyes. I got her gorgeous straight hair. I got her kindness and her fragile heart. I start to cry. "Rest in peace, momma."
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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...
