Guardians of the Doom

Guardians of the Doom

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corpses. cars on fire. bloods... what cause that ? a flesh-man eating infectious humans what cause that ? mistake. no, a lot of mistakes from cure-finding experiments turned to be the next disease- outbreak im not here for this shit. i came here for holiday then i met this shitty situation... can i escape ? can i meet my loved ones again ? what's ahead waiting for me ? but i wont lose hope. not even an inch until im at my last breath. and with that i promised my whole life to protect myself and everyone i met along within this journey from a highschoolar to survivor im sure i can get through this...right ?
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When the world goes to shit, what do you think of your chances of survival? The students of Weststone High are about to figure out just that as they get thrust into a world where what was once their peers are now hellbent on tasting their flesh. Follow along while this ragtag team of mis-matched students learn just where they stand in the new food chain with just one single goal: survive. - The world is changed. I think I've changed along with it but I'm not sure. Who I was before this is just a hazy fog in my mind now. I wish I had kept a journal. Before. Something to remind me what life was like before every day became a fight. Maybe then I'd remember why I'm trying so hard to survive. I don't think I can hold on much longer like this, though. I can feel my will fading away. Bending. Folding. I don't want to go out alone in this cold desolation. Will you stay with me? At least, until I'm dead? -

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