Two Torn Souls

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March 4th, 2030

:My names Bell and this is my life during the world today.

   We bury my brother's entire lifeless body, except for his straw-like blond head and his rotten shoulders..

Thousands of them were out walking the streets, so dead and cold inside. When my brother was on watch like he normally was every Saturday, he was watching the north east view of the town. There was families on the street, torn from those creatures that now roam they're world, looking for a quick bite.

   Hours passed and the sounds of them grew louder, moans, shrieks of terror from the living; never to see the light of of day again

May 2nd, 2030

   On the weekends we stealthily go to the closest buildings looking for supplies. Then on the weekdays we would keep watch and look for any other possible survivors. We have a radio that we use to communicate with anyone in or outside the city that is able to communicate. We've only heard back from one person, we'd keep in contact ever other day.

The last conversation we had with this girl was two weeks ago, she said told us her name was Georgia. She said she was packing up her things and was going to travel down to our camp. We gave Georgia our coordinates, but she never came; we just assumed she didn't make it...

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