Elizabeth Hall always wanted to be in the selection. She has dreamed about it ever since she had heard the story of America Singer, a 5 like her who won the prince's heart. When she hears that prince Nathan will be having a selection of his own, she has to sign up. She, of corse, signs up. She does not yet know what she just walked into.

DONALD TRUMP WILL NOT MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! (This is 100% accurate) Now that I have YOUR attention. Let's get into into my BORING life. This is 100% true But first * * * You should check out TheFaultInOurFandoms P.O.V (Haha! You thought I was going to you to take A selfie! :p ) Featuring: TheFaultIn0urFandoms (Wattpadian_S)

Hehehe. Come one, come all, to the death(s) of Donald J. Trump!

The dead wont be coming back to life, they say. The dead wont be able to hurt you again, they say. Well, in this reality, this lifetime, that just isn't it. That just isn't true anymore. And no matter how much they wanted to believe it, how much they wanted that sentence to be real, life just wouldn't grant them that. Reality is cruel, or so they believed. Because they were given a world where the dead isn't 40 feet underground, where they should be. Instead, they were on the ground, walking, limping, moving. Undead. And they were out to get flesh and blood. And so these people; these kids, strived to live. Because, just to be honest here, who wanted to be just like... just like zombies? Certainly not them. That is why they need to survive. Seriously though, they're lucky enough too reach until dawn. But they'll figure something out. Their lives are on the line after all. (This is a zombie apocalypse story.) -might contain a few swear words. Okay a lot of swear words-