Bittersweet Wishing

Bittersweet Wishing

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I always wanted to be a main character of a comic. I wanted to be the hero that everyone swooned over and thanked after an easy cliche victory. I wanted to live in a life of luxury. . . . This is definitely not what I wished for!! ~ Octavia is a 17 year old girl, with no living parents, supposedly no normal future, and surely not a normal life. Most girls her age are supposed to be getting ready for Senior year, and thinking about prom. But all she can think about is how she can survive another day. ~ All over the world a virus has been spreading rapidly. Some people call it a zombie apocalypse, but this isn't exactly your normal "zombie apocalypse."
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When the world goes to shit, what do you think of your chances of survival? The students of Weststone High are about to figure out just that as they get thrust into a world where what was once their peers are now hellbent on tasting their flesh. Follow along while this ragtag team of mis-matched students learn just where they stand in the new food chain with just one single goal: survive. - The world is changed. I think I've changed along with it but I'm not sure. Who I was before this is just a hazy fog in my mind now. I wish I had kept a journal. Before. Something to remind me what life was like before every day became a fight. Maybe then I'd remember why I'm trying so hard to survive. I don't think I can hold on much longer like this, though. I can feel my will fading away. Bending. Folding. I don't want to go out alone in this cold desolation. Will you stay with me? At least, until I'm dead? -

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