Day 87 of this apocalypse and I still haven't found anybody to trust' I write in my small leather journal. I'm hopeless I thought. Would it be better to just end it now? My mind is interrupted by a noise at my door. I pick up my daggers and head to the window. Just a few lonely lamebrains nothing to worry about for now. But I knew they were migrating so I decided that I should leave in the morning. I started out in Orlando Florida, and no I didn't live there I was visiting Disneyland with my aunt and uncle. But they are gone. I'm from Alaska, that's where I'm heading . I'm pretty sure I'm in Georgia right now my map skills aren't too good. I blow out my candle, pray and drift slowly into a deep sleep.
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Hayran KurguEleanor has been by herself for a very only time. She hasn't found anyone she can trust, but will all that change when she find a group at a prison? When she gets there she finds a friend, but does it turn out to be more then that? When the prison g...
