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It was a dark and stormy night, and she walked the road alone. No one cared. The street lights of the country back roads were her only guide. She's drenched head-to-toe, and so is her bag. This is Carmen. She doesn't understand how people could be so cruel. She doesn't understand why, how she could have stopped it, or anything else for that matter. She didn't realize how much anyone in her family mattered to her until they were gone for good. She hates herself for taking advantage of them, and with no where to move but forward, and absolutely nothing left to loose but her life, she continues on. She sees a patch of woods about a mile up ahead. Finally, a place to sleep. Her feet are tired, and it's been 3 days since she's ate anything. She finds a spot mostly covered by trees but close to the road to put down her sleeping bag, and lies down, watching the rain drip down through the leaves, sorrow burned into her soul.
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Apocalypse: the sorcerers revenge
ParanormalCarmen's had a rough life from the beginning, and at one point, she thought she could handle anything, but she could never be prepared enough for this with her circumstances. She may survive the apocalypse, but can she survive bringing about it's en...
