Struggle Against Survival

Struggle Against Survival

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A virus, that takes over the brain and brings the dead back alive, it occupies all the living and dead. One girl finds herself stuck between wanting to survive, and giving up. Being found by someone who is a stranger, but could be come more than that as she takes a journey and discovers some people she knows are alive. She's struggling between two choices. Live Survive with not her friends, but her family, against the apocalypse to hopefully find safety. Or Die Leave everyone behind as they battle against the world that is no longer. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~From Story~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~ He grabs my hand, the arm with the injury. "I know your lying." He whispers. I feel tears get in my eyes. He touches his finger to the tear and wipes it away. "You don't have to go through this alone, you know?" He says softly. "I do. I have to go throughout 'this' alone, so I don't hurt anyone."
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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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