New Age
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Everything started out normal, just like any other day. The sweltering heat of summer right before school lets out, ever boring school, my parents downstairs doing whatever parents do, and my best man, Blake, and I in my room playing video games. The kind where you shoot zombies, ironically. Although, zombie apocalypses don't play out in real life quite like they do in video games. You're not always the hero. in real life. You can't start over in real life. Now that I think about it, all the signs were there, just no one bothered to notice them.The very idea was too far fetched. Too sifi. Sure, people had been getting strangely ill and were disappearing, being "quarantined by the government". We even had the dude in a while lab coat telling all us sheep that everything was under control and we needn't worry. That's, like, the hugest red flag ever! Still, no one noticed. No one expected this. Heck, I didn't notice anything until it was far too late. They were already here.
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