Kenya's point of view
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I jump as Cynthia cocks the gun.
"Really Cynthia?" I say sassy-ily
"It's all we have left" she reply's "The world is chaos out there, everyone against everyone, and if we don't fight back... we're gonna die."
I wipe the sweat off my forehead.
"Why can't we just steal from a store... what about Costco?" I say
"Ooh... how about sams?!" Yells Cynthia excitedly as she puts the gun down.
"Can you walk?" she adds
I attempt to get up, the pain spreads everywhere. I groan.
"No I don't think so" I say
"Ok.." says Cynthia in disappointment.
"I guess I'm doing this by myself"
She pauses
"Can you make a shopping list?, I'll head out when you finish" she adds.
"Ok" I reply "got a pen and paper?" I ask.
She walks over to her desk on the left side of the room.
"Here" she says.
She hands me a paper as white as snow and an old pen.
I start writing down things we need.
After a few minutes, I hand her the paper.
She takes it and grabs her shotgun, also.. where did she get a shotgun?
"¡Adios! ¡Hasta luego!" She says
"Our Spanish teacher died yesterday, it's still fresh" I say in a annoyed tone
"Like the blood on her wrists" reply's Cynthia from down the hall.
Jesus Christ
I begin to fall into a deep sleep, but I let it happen. A nap can't do harm.
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I wake up to not bright sunlight streams through the window, although that was what I wanted. Instead, I just woke up. To nothing. My body was done with sleep.
I check the date.
November 11th?
I slept for a whole 2 days!
But where is Cynthia?!?
"CYNTHIA" I yell down the hallway.
Nothing but the echo of my voice.
"CYNTHIA!" I yell even louder. My voice strains.
But still.
Nothing but the echo of my voice.
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Gloaming
Fiksi Remaja17 year old Kenya James always thought her life would be normal. She's overall very smart and had her life planned from beginning to end. At least she thought. All her plans become corrupted when the sun goes out. Now her only focus is to survive. (...
