Being The Difference

Being The Difference

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For Pete's sake, is this mic working Ben? Okay okay, hey everyone I'm Alysha. I'm a twenty year old living in a world of mindless flesh eating beasts. It's fantastic, you know? There's absolutely no rules besides the ones that my group had formed and the ultimate rule of all: do anything to survive. I've turned on many people and even on myself. I wish I was making that part up. I slipped up in the world of zombies and got bit. But yeehaw, my father is a scientist and cured me. Well kind of cured me. I'm a humie (wHo-mé). I would classify myself as a half human and half zombie. The cure was partial, leaving me in an uncomfortable state of being. However, my goal is to find the rest of the cure in the blessed in-between state. I can walk with the beasts in the worst populations. What was that Ben? We need to go? Zombies are coming? Y'all better hold on, we're off to a fantastic start! Tootles! (All Rights Reserved to @BlueMoonBooBear)
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Let's get one thing straight here, I'm not a hero (I totally am, but I hear that these days being modest is in fashion or something, so I don't know man). I never planned on being a hero. It kind of just happened. Clark's the bigshot. The fame, the girls, the attention. Me? I'm just his loser younger brother. Another rich Trackerson kid, but that quiet one with no personality. I'm kidding. I'm funny. I promise. I have to be. The name's Liam. The apocalypse wasn't easy on anyone, but it was harder on some. We made it okay. My family lives in a mansion, and we basically run this town. I come from a line of famous zombie-hunters. Not me, though. I kind of suck. I was never supposed to get bitten. I'm running out of time. I'm turning, and it's happening fast. People are rising up, feuds are breaking out, the world is ending all over again; and it's all up to me to stop it. Or something. Crazy, right? Anyway, I've got to go. I guess the good part is, if they find out my secret-if they kill me-at least not many people are going to miss me. I just hope they get my name right. L-I-A-M. It's not hard. Please, for the love of humanity, remember my name. Whatever they call me after all this, remember my name.

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