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White Rabbit Chronicles - Inbetween
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Ongoing, First published Aug 07, 2014
If someone told me 1 year ago that I would lose my whole family, that I would spiral helplessly into an endless love with the hottest guy around, become a zombie-killing machine, I would have laughed shamelessly in their face. Would have told them that zombie's don't exist and my family couldnt possibly die. Convinced them I was never going to get a boyfriend, let alone the most beautiful. But they do and they did and I have. It is exactly one year today that my family were brutally taken from me, their souls devoured by the spirits of evil. You see, zombie's are spirits. They feast on the spirits of slayers. I am a slayer. My boyfriend is a slayer. So are my friends. The only difference is, we kill the zombies before they can get to us.
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