The Shattering

The Shattering

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"....Looking up the stairs I see one of them... Blank, empty eyes glaring me, the white dull orbs traced with dark black lines, as if it was a shattered window. Looking at this creature, it had large bite marks on its arms and legs, ones which would come from a dog. This... Man stared it me, its large grey beard stained black. Looked at me, with its cold dead eyes. And started to run..." A story about a mute named Toby and his Uncle Stuart. As they try to survive in a post-apocalyptic world. Scavenging for food, medicine, and supplies. Going against all odds of survival. Having to fight against looters, animals, and...The Shattered... Cover is acting as a placeholder till I can obtain an actual cover. Chapters are short, this is why there are/going to be alot.
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Right now, I'm squatting in a pile of human waste, desperately trying to get a signal on my phone. My friends are watching me reluctantly, their faces stained with blood and what I only hope is dirt. The light from my phone is illuminating their faces, casting light on the looks of horror that I have come to know all too well. My best friend is cradling her left arm, bandaged with a torn piece of cloth in hopes of stopping the blood flow. My sister can barely walk, and I think her hand is broken. She looks on the verge of tears. As we calm down, catching our breaths, I give up looking at my phone. I slowly turn to them, my own face crusted with blood. I look at each of them, one by one. "Ok, who got bitten?"

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