Dear, Roadkill F*ck Off (Book 1)
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"Finally! I'm free from this psychopath jerk!"
My hands was reaching close to freedom. I felt sunshines and bird tweeting for the first time outside, a bright light or heaven look down above me saying "Good job-"
Pow!
My heart stop and my eyes widen. I watched the man who was taking me to my freedom body collapse on the wheel, his blood splatter on me. I felt like as my world was crumbling down before my eyes, a soft tap on my shoulder brought me back into my senses.
"Good job, You found a van" he spoke in his usual calm voice. His eyes narrowed down at me "I hope you wasn't thinking of escaping again, right?" his expression darken from the hoodie covering half his face. I shook my head and lied
"Hahah Of course not" i turned around to face him with the brightest smile i can pull off. He shoves his gun back his pocket and examining my face for his lies "Alright.."
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Zombie apocalypse wasn't a life skye wanted at all. 17 years old girl who lived a simple life with her family is gone. She haves to found her sister!? Unfortunately the brown haired teen met a cold dark mysterious boy with incredible gun skills. She's ended up stuck with a crazy fool Who needs her!
What will she do? How can she survive! Will she found her older sister before it's to late..Find out!
Includes: Drama,Horror, Blood,Zombies
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