Bree. That's the last thing that I heard my friend say. Right before she fell. Bree happened to be my name. Bree Roberts. If that's even a normal last name. I don't know what's normal anymore and what isn't. Everything's been...quieter. The town is quiet. Which is odd. Odd because everyone is constantly talking. The town is small but large. Medium I suppose. Big enough to have a Starbucks across the high school but small enough not to have a Walmart. Like, the Starbucks is just there. Crammed in between other buildings. No one really goes there. Some do. Everyone else is out getting wasted off of some shitty wine someone stole. Wine and a couple cases of beer. Typical high school party. But that's besides the point. Quiet town usually means quiet life. Not for me. The quietness is killing most of us off. One by one. And I know this sounds like some shitty remake of Riverdale, but it isn't. The Walmart is being built. Along with a new park. And a few other new things that have absolutely no use whatsoever. Like a statue. It's small but it's there. And the archway that's above the road leading into the new park. Would've been better if they put a banner. Or a sign. But whatever. All of that is besides the point of this story. Story. It's a weird word now that you think about it. Some stories are what make us. But whatever. This is the story of the small town where everything was quiet. A town where it's been quiet since 2013. Since Leila went into a coma. Since the sudden deaths of fifty people. Since they showed up.
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Death Zone
General Fiction"How much longer?" "Not long." "...okay." "You'll be fine. Everything will be alright. Even though we're living in a death zone. And have almost no chance of survival. We'll live." "...I trust you." ••• Bree Roberts is living in a world where the la...
