Once an orphan always an orphan. I grew up in the foster system, I moved out when I was 18, then came back when I was 21 and got my four best friends. Or family, yeah they're family. From California to Georgia, we traveled the country in a blue ram pick-up truck with three dogs, one five-year-old, two twelve-year-olds, one eighteen-year-old, and me, the twenty-one year old. The zombie apocalypse happens and it's 3 kids with anxiety, one moody-ish teenager, and me the most awkward twenty-one year old. How in the world will we survive this? How do we learn to kill things that were once people? What happens when someone we love gets hurt? How many people will we loose? Will I loose them?
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