BETTER SAFE THAN ZOMBIE

Last Note

Hi, everybody! xD

So y'all probably hate me a little bit right now (and think I'm drinking a cup of tea with Satan), but let me just tell you my heartfelt gratitude for all the readers who had supported this book in its entirety. I know it can't be easy, with my erratic updates that makes you confused as hell (there's an update! Wait, what happened on the last chapter again?) so I'm really glad you all decided to stay. THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU. This is going to be the last update of this zombie book, and I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it.

And last but not the least, here are some scenes I wrote but didn't put into the book:

Kt gets defensive when C looks at her weirdly, and she gives everyone a glare/annoyed look/scowl.

"What?" I snapped. "You don't think I could kill in cold blood? Well, flash news. I can and I will."

Hazel's quiet voice filled the silence that filled the room. "You're trying too hard."

I glanced at her in annoyance. "What?"

"You're trying too hard," she repeated. "Kathryn, its fine if you indeed became a heartless bitch. In fact, you deserve to be a heartless bitch. But you'll never be. Its not in you. You're too good. And we could all see through your façade."

I flinched. "You have no idea who I am, Hazel Williams."

An all too familiar smirk curved her lips, but it was tainted by a tinge of bitterness. "Contrariwise, Kathryn Reynolds, the opposite is true. I do know you. You, on the other hand, don't know me. You're always enhancing me in a brighter light. Soft focus on my flaws, spotlight on my better traits. Usually I don't like people editing my existence, but you made it endearing. And to give you a cold splash of water Kath, I'm the heartless bitch. I hate it when people are being deadweights, and I can honestly say I can see where Stephen - dickhead that he is - is coming from. I don't do good things without rewards for effort, because that's just how I am. I don't jump in and risk my life for other people. To be completely honest, I value my life more than other people. I like Christian, but I won't risk my life for his. I will save you and Ethan, but that's because we've been together long enough and I care for both of you. I've just met Christian, so I can't say the same." She gave him a quick apologetic glance, which he just shrugged at.

"I can take care of myself," was all he said.

"I don't give a crap about starving children in Africa or Haiti or whatever. Neighbor died? Meh. Bombing in Paris? As long as its far away from my house, I won't lose a wink of sleep. Kid being bullied? Stand up, roadkill. I ain't helping. That's how I live my life, Kathryn. And I know you're not like that, because you can bond with little Girl Scouts and name all the weeds that ever lived. Even when you hated Christian, you still defended him and even redeemed him from eating his sister. When you were scared of turning into a zombie, you wanted to commit suicide. Hell, not once did I even hear you insult Kailey, even though that bitch terrorized you. You are NOT a heartless bitch. So don't even pretend to be one, because its easy to see yours is made in China and mine is made in Russia, original and premier. Your version of a bitch is puppy for me, Reynolds. I eat bitch puppies for breakfast, that's how evil I am. Heck, I turn white eggs to black with my cooking."

"And finally she admits it," muttered Ethan.

And here is what its supposed to be in the chapter Pieces:

There were bruises along his cheekbones, with a particularly nasty cut underneath his left eye. My fingers traced them as I bit my lip, knowing I should call Hazel and Ethan but not wanting to. At least, not yet.

You're like the dandelion flower to me, Kathryn.

If I could wish on myself, then I'd wish I could turn back the time. I'd have found him sooner and loved him longer, and maybe I could boast of always being with him as Kailey could.

"I'm a paradox," I told him. "I like you, but I say I hate you. I want to be happy, but I keep torturing myself with dark memories. I want to be your strength, but all I do is cause you pain. I want to be good, but I keep pushing myself over the edge."

I sighed. "I'm a conflicted contradiction. If I can't figure myself out, then there's no way you could have, Christian. So how can you be so sure I'm not a weed but a wish? I don't get it. I don't get why you love me so much. I don't get why you save me everytime. I don't get why you're there everytime I need someone, because I don't even know what I need. I don't get it Christian, I don't get it at all!"

The last word rose up on a much higher note than I had intended, and I promptly shut up. Jesus Christ, Savior of Mankind. What the fuck am I doing? Letting my frustrations out on someone unconscious and insensible? Can't I even give Christian a minute of peace?

I let out an uncontrolled moan. Stupid, stupid, stupid. I should call for Hazel and Ethan before I start on spouting even more ridiculous crap.

"Hazel, Ethan!" I shouted. "I found Chris -"

I stopped, my eyes drawn to a crescent shape on his shoulder where his shirt had lopsided and revealed the skin.

It was smudged by blood, but there was no mistaking what it was.

It was a bite mark.

And finally, a sidenote:

Kathryn didn't recognize him, but the cold soldier was Travis Weston.

Have a happy life, y'all! :D

WARNING:

Btw, OZTS is still a rough draft, so there might be a few splinters in my writing here and there. I'm going to edit this soon, and probably change or add something, but the plot will be basically the same. *siiiiiiiighs* Hope this book will just gain artificial intelligence and progress the plot by itself, or edit all the plot holes (I probably have a lot of it, considering I didn't plan this story at all, except for three or two parts - like I'm just writing a chapter and put some cliffhanger and solve how the heck that happened on the next chapter. Its kind of thrilling this way xD). If you see any splinters, just comment it down and I'll make sure to consider it properly—I love critical comments, I just can't stress it enough. That's how we improve ;) Anyway, peace out! ^^