This apocalypse is different. It's not like what you see in shows or movies. The Rotting are smart. They can smell you, hear you, see you, better then you can to them. More then half of the population is either dead or have turned. The very little of the population that have survived are staying in a dome. Including my boyfriend Will, my best friend Julie, her boyfriend Jackson, and I have barely scraped by. Everyone from our childhood and everyone we have known are gone except for the four of us and a couple other hundred people. We don't even know if the dome will hold up any longer with the Rotters out there. I'm not even sure if we can hold up any longer.

She sings when she's home alone; he asks her to keep it down. {highest ranking: #2 fanfiction} © 2015 by dimplefeels