I Hate Arsonists

I Hate Arsonists

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"Let me have you tonight," he whispers to me. "It's the least I deserve, having gone through all the trouble of taking time off from the Morningstar." I had only meant to distract or surprise the psychopath for a second when I had flirted with him moments before my demise, but this event has spiraled into more than I could ever have expected. My first priority in the apocalypse was my siblings and parents. That was unchangeable. And yet, this man has the audacity to enter my life and impact all of my decisions- as a member of the Morningstar terrorist organization, no less... He seems to be completely and utterly obsessed with me, and we can't stop running into each other in strange places. And, to be completely honest, I really can't help but kiss him back...
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Let's get one thing straight here, I'm not a hero (I totally am, but I hear that these days being modest is in fashion or something, so I don't know man). I never planned on being a hero. It kind of just happened. Clark's the bigshot. The fame, the girls, the attention. Me? I'm just his loser younger brother. Another rich Trackerson kid, but that quiet one with no personality. I'm kidding. I'm funny. I promise. I have to be. The name's Liam. The apocalypse wasn't easy on anyone, but it was harder on some. We made it okay. My family lives in a mansion, and we basically run this town. I come from a line of famous zombie-hunters. Not me, though. I kind of suck. I was never supposed to get bitten. I'm running out of time. I'm turning, and it's happening fast. People are rising up, feuds are breaking out, the world is ending all over again; and it's all up to me to stop it. Or something. Crazy, right? Anyway, I've got to go. I guess the good part is, if they find out my secret-if they kill me-at least not many people are going to miss me. I just hope they get my name right. L-I-A-M. It's not hard. Please, for the love of humanity, remember my name. Whatever they call me after all this, remember my name.

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