The war ended...because everyone were already dead or infected. I have to escape. I have to leave. I have to save my family. I have to find someone who is still alive and not infected. I have to do it...for my family and me. I'm just a 17 years old...
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To be honest it wasn't that bad inside the house. I smiled because it was a beautiful place to hide from the reality. I saw a lot of books. I saw a guitar and I saw a lot of pics of him and his family and friends. I think he was a singer. But anyways he is really rude. He tied me to the chair. I tried to force him but he is stronger then me! Me: DONT YOU DARE TOUCHING ME WITH YOUR HANDs!! Him:... Me:SAY SOMETHING! Him:... Me:HELLOOOO I DONT EVEN KNOW YOUR NAME!!!! Him:SHUT YOUR MOUTH! Me:you are so rude! Him: I'm Shawn... are you happy now?! Me: no!!! IM FUCKING TIED TO A CHAIR! Him: I have some safety rules... Me: OH YEA I UNDERSTAND! AND THATS HOW YOU TREAT A GIRL?! Him: STOP SCREAMING! IM RIGHT NEXT TO YOU! He pulled his gun out and put it on the table. I had a lot is scratches. He grabbed some bandages. He came closer and I tried to avoid him. Him: STOP MOVING IM TRYING TO HELP YOU! Me: DON'T TOUCH ME! He grabbed my chin and said: -if you don't stop moving I'm gonna kill you right now! Is that clear? I look at him at him and started tearing. He wrapped my tears. Him: so tell me your name Me: ... Him:do I have to repeat?! Me:... Him: I ASKED YOU A QUESTION Me:Y/N...ITS...y/n Him: well done ...
