Opening my eyes, I see nothing. Nothing but darkness. Then, I see the blank, barren wall; whiteness. Rolling over, I see myself in the mirror. Frowning, I reach down and grab a sock, and I throw it at the mirror.
I stand up and throw on some clothes, then run down stairs and dodge any eye contact with anybody. I then proceed to hop on my bike and ride outside, where I pedal as fast I can. Riding away, hiding. Doing everything I can to avoid the pressure.
I see the small area of trees by the park and pedal even faster. Finally getting there, I slow myself and ride the rubble path into my small hangout area. I take a long awaited and very welcome exhale, finally away from that hell infested hole I am forced to call my house.
I finally get to my spot, hop off my bike and let it roll away. I plop down and put my head up against the tree, looking up I see a blue, peaceful sky, the perfect green leaves.
"Just too... perfect..." I mutter.
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Infection Z
TerrorThe beginning of the Zombie Apocalypse, all because of a small out break, See how Bobby does with dealing with the zombies, will he freak out? Will he turn?
