The Zombie Alpacalypse

The Zombie Alpacalypse

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This is a story I wrote for an assignment but I enjoyed it so much that I wanted to keep on going. It didn't have an end, so I continued the story. All the characters were created with the help of my friends. they helped by just being them. I made all the characters do what I think the co-responding person would do in whatever scenario I create. Same with what they say and how they act. It is not 100% accurate and not everything they do is exact because the story could get boring. Anyway enjoy the story and tell me what you all think. Have a great week. P.S. It is called the ALPACAlypse for no reason other than I thought it was funny. the story has nothing to do with zombie alpacas. Although that would be awesome.
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They used my vulnerability against me. They used that weapon, to make me accept their stupid idea. And I of course, accepted it, I didn't even know what they were going to do. They tugged and poked and even shoved their disgusting finger in your wound, just to see you cry. To see you change. No pitty in their eyes. They just continue. They drag you around with metal chains, hit you and turn you into a experiment. But I had enough of the tugging, the clawing, the moaning, the crying and pleading for them to stop, but simply feeding them with our pain. They turned me into something, that neither do they know what I am. Their afraid of me, of my reflexes, my strength. I killed a lot of them. They say I have a cold heart, that I don't feel nothing. That's why they call me: Death -----------------------------------------************************************--------------------------------------------- Death. A teen girl, pitch black hair, black eyes, white skin. Her height is 5'8. People are scared of her, not just because of her strength but because of they way she kills. She lived in this hell hole, where they take her to rooms. Examine. Fight. She knows she won't be able to entertain them for long. She decides to run. Soul. Brown hair as mud, blue eyes as the sky. Hight 6'2. Tanned and toned body. Death's best friend in the hell hole they're in, he's as cold as she is. But shows a bit of sympathy. Well... More than her at least. He's been there for her, ever since she entered this place of crap. They're the two most feared. As some people say, they're a perfect couple. Killing. Fighting. Cold hearted creatures. Also known as D and S. Why? That's what your going to find out, joining this adventure with D and S.

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