When Morning Strikes
- LECTURAS 11
- Votos 1
- Partes 1
What do you do, when your world is literally made into a living hell. You find people and go through hell together.
Matt needs to find his wife, before whatever man lives here does
Sean wants to sleep, to find a good place and sleep, but this stuff will give him nightmare fuel for the rest of his life.
Stephanie wants to snuggle with Skip, she wants to go home with her husband, cuddle, watch Pride and Prejudice, and forget this
Mark wants to forget. He wants no memory of this hell, but this will forever engraved in his head
Morgan (this is my character, that I created, mostly for me to have some sanity and remind myself that I can kill off people *evil laugh*) wants to eat, to sleep, to just go home, but his stomach is not the only thing he is fretting about.
Loosely based on @CiaraM11 's The Midnight Game. It's a good book and I highly suggest readin it (even if she's a terrible person for killing off so many people. JK love ya girl)
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