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Aria
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After eight years, the tides have finally turned. After eight years, the humans were finally in control again. It took eight years for the zombies to no longer be a threat. Shawn, a twenty one years old young man, was one of those who had lived to see it happen. It was only a matter of time before every zombie on the planet got killed off, and he was rightfully delighted by this. However, while living the joy of killing one of those heinous creatures, an infuriating organization stopped him. An organization that was made to protect those monsters he despised so much. And what made him even more angry, was that they tried to recruit him. But, what will happen when they introduce him to a certain something, or someone? Will this change his mind?
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Certainly they could trust that those in power ultimately had the best interests of the people in mind, right? ~~~ Luna slouched low in her seat, staring at droplets of water that ran diagonally down the window of the bus. The sky was a flat, depressing grey and the incessant, soaking rain left her constantly chilled. It was a typical "liquid sunshine" day in the Pacific Northwest. They drove past a single tall scraggly tree on top of a hill shrouded in mist. The creepy tree was full of screaming crows. How could she hear them from inside the bus when she couldn't even seem to hear the voices of the kids around her? Geez, that was an awfully freaking dark image. She shivered and looked away. What did they call a group of crows again? Right, a murder of crows. Perfect. The weather was certainly the only thing that was typical these days, although you'd never know it by looking around the bus at most of the kids as they sat joking and gossiping with each other just like they had before... before that day everything had changed. Idiots.

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