16 year old Ezra had always wondered what the apocalypse would be like and thought it would be neat to live in, but now she wishes she never had that idea because now she was living it. For REAL. When Ezra finds herself to be the only one alive in her family, she is left to fend for herself. She cant call anyone or use the internet because the world is basically dead. She has to face her fears and fight to survive. But how can one girl take on a whole world of zombies alone? When she thinks all hope is lost a rustle comes from a bush nearby and two faces appear. One named Chase and one named Imara, and a dog named Thor. Can they band together to try and save the world from the apocalypse, and who will they meet along the way? Will they all get eaten alive? Well, you’ll just have to find out.

I stand looking at the dark black water, over the edge of the bridge i had somehow ended up on. I don't know how i ended up here but i did, and now i just wait. Im not sure why I'm waiting or for what exactly, but I'm waiting for it, and ill be ready whenever "it" comes. Hopefully. A gentle breeze blows by and blows my hair across my face and i cant see very well. Theres an eerie silence like something is going to happen but nothing does. A single tear runs from my eye to my chin, and falls down into the river down below, bringing more with it relieving all the sadness i have built up. No sobbing, just quiet, gentle tears, taking away different stories of sadness with each tear. I can hear a car coming from a distance at a great speed. Suddenly i hear the screeching of tires and a blood curdling scream, one that sounds to much like my mothers. Then a crash. I cant bring myself to look behind me to see what happened, because i know it is not good. I just want it to end. Now. I don't even give it a second thought, i just walk off the edge of the railing and fall like i have done it a thousand times. No screaming, no cry of terror, just falling. Falling, falling and falling. The murky black waters come closer and closer each second. Time just goes into slow motion as i fall slowly away to my watery grave. "No more sadness" i murmur to myself, then splash i hit the murky waters. I awake from my dream with a startle, just to find my bed in my room, not my death. It was all just a dream. A dream i have had one too many times before. My parents death. Authors Note: Don't hate it just yet, I promise it will get better if you read it further on!! Sorry for grammar mistakes and stuff like that! -Liv