Nonclichéstory Stories

You go to this huge ass island party. You dance, you drink, you get into a fluorescent paint fight, you basically have the night of your life . But in the morning, you find everyone you knew on the island has been zombified or eaten. And your stuck with this sexy, hot, gorgeous, delicious , mysterious Russian guy with all his cool toys especially made to kill ( zombies and my poor heart) [ Not complaining ] Can Alexis survive this zombie apocalypse and find her best friend with this guys' help and hope things go back to normal really quick? Seriously! Who the hell invited zombies? [ This sooo not a typical cliché wattpad story...] P.S. I know its not the best description for this book but please give it a try.

A collection of writings, notelets and monologues from different characters. May be edited so you know who you are reading from. Interpretation welcome :)