World Of Zombies

World Of Zombies

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I can't help but wonder... How did this happen? Why is everyone dead? Why couldn't we all live in peace and get along. No secrets. Everything was an open book. But no, instead someone had to go around and test their theory. It worked, but got out of hand. All that had happened was that the population turned cannibalistic. Walking around and eating every living thing. Then after finishing their meal, turning into one of them. What would have happened if this wasn't the outcome? Would my friends still be alive?! Would I not be an accused murderer! I guess it's not accused since I wasn't put through trial. But in my mind, no matter how much I deny it. I am a murderer. I killed the living and the dead. {Read the second book for a better writing quality}
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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 -----------------------------------------************************************--------------------------------------------- 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.

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