Dead At Nightfall

Dead At Nightfall

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Three friends are chilling when a spontaneous zombie-apocalypse strikes their town. Now on the run they are completely disoriented. What the hell can they do, who is safe and who isn't? They spend their days living on the edge. But they still hope for things to get better. And things do. Until night falls... --So this whole story is sort of another test (like my other story "Why Am I So Weird?"). This time I am experimenting on how good I can write a First Draft with no editing. Yup these chapters are completely raw and unedited, so don't be dissapointed if you were expecting a well orchestrated writing-piece. I'm not (I find these random tests I do invigorating and fun), with every test I do it allows me to practice another story idea I otherwise would never have done. So yeah...enjoy!--
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Let's get one thing straight here, I'm not a hero (I totally am, but I hear that these days being modest is in fashion or something, so I don't know man). I never planned on being a hero. It kind of just happened. Clark's the bigshot. The fame, the girls, the attention. Me? I'm just his loser younger brother. Another rich Trackerson kid, but that quiet one with no personality. I'm kidding. I'm funny. I promise. I have to be. The name's Liam. The apocalypse wasn't easy on anyone, but it was harder on some. We made it okay. My family lives in a mansion, and we basically run this town. I come from a line of famous zombie-hunters. Not me, though. I kind of suck. I was never supposed to get bitten. I'm running out of time. I'm turning, and it's happening fast. People are rising up, feuds are breaking out, the world is ending all over again; and it's all up to me to stop it. Or something. Crazy, right? Anyway, I've got to go. I guess the good part is, if they find out my secret-if they kill me-at least not many people are going to miss me. I just hope they get my name right. L-I-A-M. It's not hard. Please, for the love of humanity, remember my name. Whatever they call me after all this, remember my name.

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