It was a normal Friday after a long warm, damp, and slow Highschool afternoon. It had just stopped storming outside of Werst High School of Massachusetts and everyone was rushing out of the large 5-building area. Girls were hyped about having sleepovers, guys were staying for the big game or going home, but two kids had other plans. Their name's where Jerry and Terence who have been friends since kindergarten and have been through anything and everything together. Johnny's dad, Tom, came to pick them both up from school in an old Ford pickup truck, a rusted flatbed with a new and recent paint job. Terance and Johnny climbed in the back and Terence banged on the roof of the truck twice.
"The cargo's in the back, Skipper! Move out!" Terance had a little tendency to call out stuff that wasn't really needed or were just flat out funny. Tom drove the two teenagers to their house, Terance was going to spend the night over there. Once they got home, the boy's ran inside swiftly and ran to the living room to start up the gaming console and play some games.
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It was one o'clock in the morning and bright lights filled the living room mixed with loud, fake gunshots. Soda can's lined the large coffee table as the two kids drank more to stay up. Tom walked in, bug-eyed and turned the game off and turned the news on. "Dad! We were in the mid-" Tom shushed Jerry and turned the Tv up louder.
"We have incoming reports of a large, mass terrorist cannibalistic attacks in the downtown area. We advise everyone to stay indoors, lock you doors and windows, let no-one in your houses, and go to your attics or basements as quickly as you can. We will send military and law official soldiers to tell you when it is all clear-- W-What's that?" There was loud bangings in the background of the news reporter, drowning the woman's voice out. The loud banging was followed by gunshots and screaming as someone ran to the news reporter and jumped over the table, tackling her out of sight. There was loud screaming and hollering as the painting of a beautiful landscape behind the large desk was getting splattered with blood.
Tom turned off the Television and then loud bombs could be heard downtown. Just how bad were these so-called 'Terrorists'?
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The Living Nightmare
Non-FictionTwo normal lives of Terence Transon and Jerry Cranim, two best friends in HighSchool, flip upside down as the dead rise and create mayhem in Massachusetts. The rapture has begun, can they survive The Living Nightmare?
