What We Lost

What We Lost

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I would call this a standard coming of age story, the kind where my life hands me some trials and I 'find' myself. Where I fall in love, find meaning in my friendships and generally settle into my place in the world. Only my story has the kind of trials where weapons are needed and finding myself involved an EXTREMELY ill timed coma (though, I suppose, there really is no good time for a coma...) and the whole falling in love this is REALLY not a priority when you're trying to keep yourself, your friends, your brothers and your crush alive. And then there is the whole life threatening illness thing I've got to contend with. I'm starting to think my life isn't normal at all. Shit.
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Let's get one thing straight here, I'm not a hero (I totally am, but I hear that these days being modest is in fashion or something, so I don't know man). I never planned on being a hero. It kind of just happened. Clark's the bigshot. The fame, the girls, the attention. Me? I'm just his loser younger brother. Another rich Trackerson kid, but that quiet one with no personality. I'm kidding. I'm funny. I promise. I have to be. The name's Liam. The apocalypse wasn't easy on anyone, but it was harder on some. We made it okay. My family lives in a mansion, and we basically run this town. I come from a line of famous zombie-hunters. Not me, though. I kind of suck. I was never supposed to get bitten. I'm running out of time. I'm turning, and it's happening fast. People are rising up, feuds are breaking out, the world is ending all over again; and it's all up to me to stop it. Or something. Crazy, right? Anyway, I've got to go. I guess the good part is, if they find out my secret-if they kill me-at least not many people are going to miss me. I just hope they get my name right. L-I-A-M. It's not hard. Please, for the love of humanity, remember my name. Whatever they call me after all this, remember my name.

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