Home Isn't A Place.
In a post-apocalyptic world infested with infected creatures that were once human, Wren Levy and her best friend Belle Rose survive the apocalypse.
Or so we hope.
They grow to adapt to the new circumstances and situation they must outlive. And although it's hard, friendship keeps their heads high. On a quest to find necessities and food, they run into another duo not quite as chaotic as them.
Let's hope they beat the shit out of the upcoming events.
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"Okay, you go first." She gestured to the latch.
I looked back at her, "why don't you go first?"
"Because I'm older then you."
By a month and a day...
"Shouldn't that mean you go first, Miss responsibility." I smirked.
There was a moment of silence between the two of us. This happens a lot, we just don't say anything, yet it says so much.
"Just go before I shove you down." She laughed shoving me a little.
I giggled and opened the latch, aiming my gun down, "it looks clear." I carefully climbed down the latter and aimed my gun immediately.
"Any of you fuckers out here?" I asked, circling my vision around the hideout.
"Is it good?" I heard Belle ask from inside.
"Yes, you can come down your highness." I laughed, watching as she made her way down.
"Thanks, peasant." She smirked.
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Just read it dude, it was fun to write since it's based off of me and my best friend.
18 Kapitel Abgeschlossene Geschichte Erwachseneninhalt
18 Kapitel
Abgeschlossene Geschichte
Erwachseneninhalt
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
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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.