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Night Skies and Orange Lights

Night Skies and Orange Lights

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Feb 8, 2018
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Action and Thriller
The girl looked up at the night sky, the stars sparkling. Despite being balls of gas that had exploded a million years ago they were beautiful. She sighed her chapped lips parting slightly. The moon shown like a beacon, casting an eerie silver glow on her freckled face. Her short platinum hair blew in the wind. She pulled up the hood on her sweatshirt and covered her baby blue eyes before closing them and drifting off to a deep sleep. ~~~~ Victoria Blackstone is on the run. Ever since she was dropped on earth in a pod no bigger than a photo booth. She was pretty sure the people she was running from were zombies. She can't remember anything from her past life. Every time she tried to remember, it was like there was a tiny grain of sand was stuck at the front of her forehead and she couldn't get it out. All she wanted to do was find out what was going on. ~~~~ Danny Moore was pretty sure she was a zombie. The desire to eat flesh was just a little overwhelming. She still had control over her own thoughts, and could stop herself from devouring the fully living. But can she really say the living? She wasn't even sure she was dead. All she wanted to do was find a cure for whatever it was she had. ~~~~ Grayson Denver is the spoiled rich kid. That's right, even in apocalyptic situations the spoiled rich kids still existed. He lived in a nice house, on a nice hill, with some nice traps for the zombies. Robots did his bidding, everything was perfect. Until he realized it wasn't. He was being held captive in this house. All he wanted to do was escape and never go back.
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