The Degenerates - Under Edit

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Hello to my readers. I need to stop in and say a few things, so please take the time to read this short message. Firstly, thank you, thank you, thank you to the ones who are supporting this story. Your comments and votes do not go unnoticed; and its these small things for a small, unknown writer that give us the motivation to keep going. Whilst we write because we love it, we write for you. We want you to read, and fall in love with the world we have created just as much as we have as we wrote it. So thank you again.

Secondly, I actually began writing this story in October of 2019. What's crazy is that I have now completed it. I have loved every word and every moment in this story, however, as I am basically taking prewritten chapters from Word and reposting here, I've gotten the itch to go back, edit and expand because I really feel like I've only shown you part of this world when there's so much more to see. This will not happen until the completion of the story. I just thought I'd add that in there, even though there is still an exciting journey that lies ahead for my readers.

Thank you again, and have a lovely day/night,

A x

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I was attempting to slow my heart rate back down and calm my heavy breathing when a strong hand latched onto my arm, yanking me sideways.

I crashed into a person, and we ended up in Brad's room.

"Trey?!"

"What the hell are you doing here? What did we talk about?" He demanded angrily.

I shoved his arm off, "What are you doing here?"

"I was making sure you didn't leave a trace after yesterday,"

"Gee thank you for you reassurance," I scoffed, "So where the fuck are your gloves then, Detective?"

"Currently being worn by a delinquent, who is too stubborn to keep herself out of danger," Trey responded curtly.

"I am not a delinquent, you ass,"

Trey rolled his eyes, "Well you seem to have trouble doing as you're told,"

"And what authority do you have to dictate what I do?"

Trey smirked, "That's precisely what a delinquent would say."

I glared at him, wanting to punch him.

"Before you yanked my arm into oblivion," I jeered, "I found a dirty jacket in James's room, and it has a burn through the shoulder. I found these in the pocket,"

I showed Trey the clippings of the fires throughout town. Trey looked over them, and then over the jacket. "I found a pair of boots under that jacket you mentioned, covered in the same dirt."

I frowned, "You reckon they both had something to do with it?"

Trey sighed in exasperation, pressing his fingers to the bridge of his nose, "I honestly do not know anymore."

I swallowed, "Well, prepare for more. I just got knocked over by a dark figure, who happened to be a zombie apparently."

Trey looked at me, confused.

"James," I said, "The person was James."

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Reeling with the possibilities that I had just seen James alive and well, I tore across the courtyard, not caring who was around to see it.

If James was alive, you know who is down in that ditch.

"Lila?" I called through our dorm when I burst through the door.