𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 ✔️- 𝑐. 𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠

1: New Faces

to first time readers: My writing slowly improves throughout the book and it really shows. So I know when you start reading this book, the lack of detail will AMAZE you. Please don't stop reading just because it looks like one of those overly dramatic books (as interesting as those may be). I can assure you, it's not. I am rewriting the chapters I know need it and will publish them when I can!

to returning readers: why the hell are you reading this again? jk, i love u

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When the fate of the world changes, everyone is scared. Nobody truly likes change, whether they claim they do. The fate of the world has changed many times through countless battles, wars, and even storms, but the world came back from those events stronger. When a virus began to take over, the fate of the world had been decided. It was the end.

Children tend to be afraid when they are alone, imagine how scared they would be if they were alone while the undead take the streets. Trapped in a bar in Atlanta, a twelve-year old girl hunkered down for many days that she had lost count of. She had been wearing the same clothes, a two-piece set that used to be a light shade of grey that she had received from the juvenile detention center she had been placed in nearly a month before the outbreak. Her clothes and shoes were stained with blood, sweat, and tears. She had no way of getting clean, or even different clothes, as she had no way of avoiding the undead that flooded the city's streets.

She had not seen a living person in weeks, the streets remaining quiet aside from the overwhelming growls of the hungry crowd just outside. While she may not make a satisfactory meal, she knew she did not have a chance of making it through the city alive. She didn't know what she would do, assuming she would die of dehydration or starvation any week now. She would run out of bottled water and packaged food eventually.

There was a tank just outside, but she couldn't risk leaving her hideout to get to tank that would contain things she wouldn't even recognize.

As she sat with her back against the back of the counter, she could hear what sounded like a horse outside. Cautiously, she slowly stood up and made her way towards the boarded windows and doors, peaking outside. She saw who looked like a police officer on a horse walking through the street. She knew it was stupid what the man had done, as just around the corner, a large horde of the undead roamed. Watching as the man unknowingly turned the corner, she heard the horse whiny before turning around.

Undead began to surround the two newcomers, causing the man to be thrown from the horse, his hat and large duffle bag being separated from him. The girl couldn't help but watch in horror as the crowd began to force the beautiful horse to the ground while the man crawled under the large tank that sat in the middle of the street.

She had no idea how someone could be so foolish as to come into the city, knowing it had been bombed and that a highly populated area, such as Atlanta, would certainly be crawling with people. Then what used to be people.

Hearing gunshots, she watched as a pile of dead bodies began to form around the base of the tank as the undead tried to crawl after the man before it went quiet for a moment. She hoped the man had made it into the vehicle, not really wanting to be alone anymore. She quietly made her way back behind the bar and picked up the radio she grabbed during her escape several weeks ago. Nervously, she began turning the knob on it to reach a channel until she no longer heard static.

A loud gunshot rang form inside the tank, causing the girl to run back up to the window. Seeing the undead now begin to climb up the vehicle, she began to think the man was as good as dead. He probably killed himself.