Last Allegiance || A Ghostbird Fanfic

Last Allegiance || A Ghostbird Fanfic

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The end of the world began a little over two months ago, it was a sunny, barely windy day and my family had just moved from Illinois. Some could say that the apocalypse was the worst thing to ever happen to them, but for me... it was the best. For me, it granted the freedom I never had but for others, it granted them an eternal suffering they never asked for. I spent a few peaceful weeks, exploring myself as well as the beauty of the nature around me. Those peaceful weeks stopped when I was attacked, though. I should've suffered and died like everyone else, but I didn't. And sometimes, I wish I had. My name is Sang and this is a story about my inevitable end.
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When the world goes to shit, what do you think of your chances of survival? The students of Weststone High are about to figure out just that as they get thrust into a world where what was once their peers are now hellbent on tasting their flesh. Follow along while this ragtag team of mis-matched students learn just where they stand in the new food chain with just one single goal: survive. - The world is changed. I think I've changed along with it but I'm not sure. Who I was before this is just a hazy fog in my mind now. I wish I had kept a journal. Before. Something to remind me what life was like before every day became a fight. Maybe then I'd remember why I'm trying so hard to survive. I don't think I can hold on much longer like this, though. I can feel my will fading away. Bending. Folding. I don't want to go out alone in this cold desolation. Will you stay with me? At least, until I'm dead? -

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