"Hello everyone, welcome back, today is 230. It was really boring today, there's really nothing out there to do. I wonder what's going to happen today, do you guys have any suggestions about what to do? Even video games I like that wow of everyone. "As he turned off the monitor, he saw a flash on the screen as well as a reflection of himself, Ollie. "Man, my legs are tired of running," he said. He heard the cracks of his bones while stretching his body, and he yawned loudly. "I'm really hungry right now, let's see what's going on in the kitchen." Ollie started to leave his room, but first, looking at the fake window, he came closer to seeing the outside, the colorful room, life in colors, entering the room that feels like a child's playroom. He 's going to the door that opens it, he 's turning the button open, and the door is going to the hallway. He walked through the kitchen, closing the door behind him. The hallways always bring back memories, to pass right or hide in the past, not seeing the pictures flipping in the back, not seeing anything, even more windows with the outside. Ollie finally arrived in the kitchen, running towards the refrigerator, opening it and seeing the inside.
"Oh no, I forgot to restock, oh, let me see my emergency cans," he said. He 's going to the cabinets to open them one by one. He saw that there was nothing inside, the only thing there was the smell of food. It was like a picnic in the garden, eating the most delicious food was mouth-watering. Ollie 's stomach rugged, "There's nothing left. I thought it would last me for three months. "He sighed from seeing nothingness. "Well, I think I've got to go outside," he said. He went on to walk towards his closet. He opened the door of the closet looking for his hazmat suit so that he could go outside. He 's finally going to find it and give him a surprised look. He took his bag and picked up his helmet, put it over his head and tightened it. Then he put on his rain boots, which are as yellow as the sun. He grabbed his raincoat as he put the bag over his head, put it on and buttoned his coat one by one. Finally, he looks at himself through the mirror, making a pose to prepare himself for the outside.
He walked towards his door, grabbing the handle, turning it right, opening the door to the outside, closing the door. He took a deep breath and let it go. He was going to the x on the map. Then, looking up and seeing the world destroyed, in ruins, poisonous, the land of death, someone of life inside the Deadland.
Ollie followed his map to the "city." Walking down to the hills. But also, hearing the crunching of every stop hearing on the phone, he thinks he's going to snap like a twig. Behind him, his house is as perfect as a cottage look at Beautiful as nothing touching it. Like a safe place to go, smelling delicious treats in the oven, the memories of childhood of an adjacent, healthy life before it happened. He finally made it down to the city, walking past the billboard, saying welcome to the dead land covered with the blood of the names who lived here. Blood dripping down to make a puddle. Ollie walked into the quiet streets, but heard the wind blow. Trying to find where the X Mark is in his mouth, going in the wrong direction where he's been following a toy story, he took a glimpse of it.
He 's running a toy store. The store is walking over the broken glass of the door. Seeing the wonders of the south animal see, the place of joy lights up as a child's face. Looking around all the soft toys. It's like a childhood around him, healthy, bloody, broken. He walks over the corpse and sings a soft toy that he loves to grab a soft toy of a bear hugging this toy. He turns around and leaves a bloody toy store. Hearing the wind, of the names that are here. Ollie 's right when he was about to leave the headers with a shriek.
"Oh, no screecher! "He was in the shadows waiting for the scripture to stop. Hearing the screams and screaming, rehearsing for help, chasing the beast. Screeching for help louder, louder and louder. "HELP, HELP! HELP! "Ollie, try not to listen to her scream of mercy waiting for the scream to stop, waiting for the help to stop, waiting for the screecher to stop breathing. It was getting closer and closer to hearing the scream louder and louder "HELP! HELP! HELP!"
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Apocalypse
Short Storyit's about this boy who lives in an apocalypse world and surviving in the world but also, living in his own world. but also, the danger with the liars outside in his bubble with scream, blood, and surviving.
