"Pew pew pew!!!"
I run around the house shooting my pretend gun.
I pretend there are zombies chasing me and I'm the last man standing.
The zombies grow to 10 feet before my eyes and there are so many they burry me alive.
Its just my imagination... Isn't it.
but It doesn't seem like it.
I can't breath I'm suffocating. It hurts so much.
They are tearing apart my flesh and I'm screaming. "Help!!"
"Somebody help me!!!"
One last flash before my eyes, one last breath.
And I wake up.
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The Messed Up universe
CasualeIts funny how Messed up the university could be. A story of many teenagers' stories.
