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CATACLYSM: GRADUATION (BOOK 1)
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Ongoing, First published Jun 12, 2022
Mature
Graduation was meant to be a teenage dream. 

It was their dream.

One week left and the most significant day will soon arrive at their feet. Everyone in Franken State High School is having a fun time preparing themselves for their most awaited graduation day. All are excited to pursue college and live their own lives in different states. But not Riley.

She wants something the world cannot give. And that is having a normal life. But her diabolical fantasies give her a different perspective on things.

Living in an unreachable and non-existent dream, nature takes a huge turn. The graduating high school students encounter the most unexpected event that one might not wish to happen. 

A zombie apocalypse. 

Riley is stuck in her school with her friends as it happened. No one saw it coming. Nor have the answers to their questions. And instead of counting the days until their big day, they'll be counting the dead bodies--that scatter around the school grounds--which will eventually turn into horrifyingly grotesque, flesh-longing zombies.

Or should we say, Bloodies?
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