Her Zombie Duet

Once upon a time, I was a naive eleven year old girl who believed the best in people. My journals were littered with glittery stars and bright red hearts, with the initials of whatever boy I was crushing on at the time etched inside. I wrote with gel pens the color of the rainbow and let the happiness of life soak into every word.

I was a normal girl who loved Taylor Swift and followed the Kardashians, behind my mother's back, of course.

Now?

Now, America is in ruins. A batch of contaminated pennies wiped out the greatest nation in the world-or so we thought of it at the time. All it took was the building of a wall to make someone hate us enough to destroy us. Not just destroy us, but turn us into ravenous undead that crave brains.

The very walls that were built to protect us now contain us.

But the worst of it?

The undead have our families' faces, their souls still very much alive, though their bodies act alone. We call them Criers, for the trail of black tears that spill down their cheeks as they crush through their loved ones' skulls.

And I would be one, too, if it wasn't for Robbie and his escape plan.

This is our story, our duet, if you will.

Trigger Warnings: Death, violence (though not overly graphic), blood, and other dark themes.

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