Miscount Stories

The apocalypse is upon us. The government has vanished. Everything is in shambles. Blood everywhere. Bodies scattered along the street. It's literally your worst nightmare. But out of the ruins rose two gangs. They are the ones with power. They are the most dangerous. They will do anything, and I mean anything, to survive. Wolf Gang and Phantom Gang have been revivals since the beginning. Will the fighting ever end? Probably not, but it is a possibility... Maybe. CHECK OUT MY FRIENDS PARTS! Disco_XD and miscount

Emma and Sam have been friends for a long time. The ship in the middle of nowhere wasn't exactly the most ideal place to live, but it had a hell of a view. Emma had called this home for a while longer than Sam, but she still believes it has all the same amount of value to them both. Not many people have ever visited the ship because of its ridiculous location and rumors. Emma and Sam and no problem with this though. People weren't either of their strong suits. Too bad they'll have to deal with one that came just for subscribers. Stupid kid...

"In the second row of tables, fifty seats from the far end of the hall, a girl screamed. Her voice shocked the silence with a single note and the way it reverberated was spine-chilling. She whipped her hand out and pointed to the back of the boy in front of her. His white shirt had caught, and the collar had been pulled down a few inches reveling his numbers on the skin of his upper back." (Note: this is a finished story, it just needs some thorough editing.)