Surviving with You
- LECTURAS 13
- Votos 2
- Partes 2
Ophelia and her little brother Jax have barely been surviving the sudden and scary apocalypse day by day. With their parents taken by the virus, they've only got each other now, and thats all they need. That is until they finally get a taste of adventure, danger, and maybe even a little bit of love along their journey through the newly desolate and undead world.
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"Go in, get the food, get back to Jax" has been the mantra that has been repeating in my head for the last five houses that I've been to. I've only been able to get a few cans of food from each, not enough to even last us a week.
I walk up to the door and bang on the wall, just to make sure that the house is empty. When I hear nothing I enter. The first thing I see is the small stack of cans on the dining room table. Jackpot! The next thing i saw was a girl about my age with long black hair pulled back into two dutch braids holding a crowbar standing next to the stairs, as if she were guarding something up there.
But the one thing that I really wish I saw first was the guy swinging a wooden bat at my head.
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