We were beginning to feel the rough touch of the wall behind us, being crammed into the corner. The things were pushing in closer like children at a toy shop. With little time left, we had to think of something, fast. Memories were shooting through my mind and tears began to lose grip. I quickly grasped Max's arm and pushed him towards an opening. Without thinking, we dodged each bite as we rushed through the small gap and darted across the room towards the door. Jumping for the handle, I tripped on a loose board in the floor and hit the deck. The groans of the things blurred out and soon my vision turned to dust.
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Hell Has Just Begun
TerrorIn the post-apocalyptic world, there are only two kinds of people. The survivors and the dead or as we know, the biters. In this world, there is Max and I, two teenagers who have been facing things you can only imagine. Their journey is recorded in...
