In a time after a terrible plague came an era of peace and harmony among the six thousand, five hundred and forty three survivors. Sixty five years later there were still six thousand, five hundred and forty three survivors, who resided in a town called Mount Wescott, jagged peaks and forests surrounding it in every...
I was pushed onto the side of the car roughly. I gasped at the impact. "Oh, you hate me?" He asked as we both breathed heavily. He had me pinned between him and the car. His warm breath waved on my neck sending cold chills down my body. "Don't you ever say that again." He growled. I closed my eyes and looked down, af...