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Keanu Maverick and Jett Jeston survived the apocalypse. Fact. There's no one else left. Myth. There are ten humans left on earth, and all ten are crazy teenagers. The rest- all turned to Creeks. Braindead humans with a screech loud enough to kill thousands. Keanu, the leader. Jett, the best friend. West, the survivor. Arson, the fire. Rush, the skilled. Toby, the brit. Atlas, the badass. Fallon, the fighter. Danica, the princess. Reggie, the genius. The question isn't whether they can survive. Will they survive?
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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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