Oxygen [h.s.]

Oxygen [h.s.]

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The world was never the same. Many had ran, hoping that the farther they went, the better the world would get. But it didn't change reality. The truth was that no matter where you went, you would find them. They walked lazily down the dirt paths to you, hungry and ruthless. You couldn't escape this apocalyptic world. So what do you do when there's nothing left? For Harry, this meant taking care of a small group of people, protecting them in every way he could, and pushing all of them in the right direction: Out of danger. Harry knew he would fight for them or die trying. All Rights Reserved. © 2014 CharryStyler
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I turned around as Zayn yelled at my to go where he was, there was to many of them I had to fight back. Even if it meant dieing for Celine, Luke and the rest of the guys. I pulled out my Samurai sword and started to swing it around the heads of the zombies. I kept having to turn and run from them, I felt like I didn't have enough time to save everybody, they all came at me as a fast mother fudger pace too. I was up against a random car, trying to catch my breath some. I put the sword down, thinking now was my time to go, and it was. I lived a nice life, everyone else is going and maybe should I. Louis runs up and saves my ass by killing as much as he can. He did kill most, that is until he ran out of bulets. He screams in anger and told the guys to stop sitting on the damn ground and help out some. I felt one touch me, felt like long, sharp nails digging into my soft, moist skin, also known as flesh. It was these creatchers food. They didn't have to eat, sleep, go to the bathroom, or anything by fact. They never go tired. I screamed out in terror as it's mouth was coming closer and closer to my skin. I hope I better be a good meal to them. I shut my eyes, waiting for death to take me away and send me to the one place I know I wanted to be for sure now; heaven.

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