Young Survivors (CANCELLED)
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Last published Sun, Jan 21, 2018
It all began as an average day for 15 year old April. waking up at 5:30, helping her friend set up homecoming... But what she didnt plan was the beginning of the end. Now April has to learn how to survive basically zombies. And there are only 3 options. Run, Fight, or DIE.
[THIS IS THE FIRST BOOK I HAVE EVER WROTE. IT IS MORE OF A TEST IF I CAN WRITE THAN A STORY. IT WILL BE CRINGY]
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