"Let's go to Vegas," she says. "It'll be fun!" she says. Why, of all days, would Amanda and I go to Vegas, for Spring Break, you say? 1) I basically had no where to go. 2) Amanda didn't want to go by herself, even though her troublesome posse was coming. 3) I don't even know. One day, we're partying at the Diamond Club, the next we're fighting for our lives, trying to survive. From what? The fucking apocalypse. Copyright 2015 @ Tykeem Carmichael. All rights reserved.