DAY WALKER (A Zombie Apocalypse)

DAY WALKER (A Zombie Apocalypse)

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Life is always a battle, but for the time being, I feel like I'm fighting a war, and every move I make could put my life in jeopardy. In times like these, I don't know where to run; a spot where I used to dwell peacefully has turned into a field where no one can escape alive. I don't know how to continue, with a virus spreading and dead bodies lurking, killing, and biting every new living species. Is this where my life would end? In their hands, will they kill me? I still don't want to, so I'll fight and figure out what to do about it. Millioshi Grimes would rather die fighting than let them taste my blood. February 15, 2022 - August 10, 2022 8 in survival 8 in zombies
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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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