To Whoever Finds This

To Whoever Finds This

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We knew it was bad, but not this bad. How could everything come crumbling down so easily? It feels like just yesterday I was at home eating dinner, watching TV, and texting but in reality that was weeks ago. Now, everything is changed. For example our society as we know it is gone. No one is who they were before we've all changed, at least the people actually left on this world. Some of you may be wondering who I am, my name is Hannah possibly the last person on earth and this is my story. When the news first started broadcasting about a virus that was reading quickly and turning people into moaning, slow, cannibals I never thought it would reach us but it did. It all happened one day at school but there had only been a couple of cases in our town so no one was worried like we should have been. We all should have been terrified.
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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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