Caution: You Can Die (A zombie novel)

Caution: You Can Die (A zombie novel)

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My name is Mavis and I used to be proud of my mother. She was a dancer. At home, she would teach me how to dance. We would foxtrot around the house, waltz or any kind of dance move our tiny apartment would permit. But that was before I found out where she danced. My mother was a stripper. And everyone knew but me. Each time I went to school my classmates would laugh and taunt me. "Your mother is a whore!" they would say. I believed them because it was the truth. And each time she came home late from 'dancing', I despised her more and more and more. I guess that's why it was easier to kill her when I found her hunched over my dog Perry with blood on her everywhere and eating Perry's brain. But only by a little bit. Even before I knew I wanted to become a pilot I knew I was destined to be one. My name is Pilot and I was ready to hit aviation school in Phoenix. It was sunny and sweaty and sticky and all I wanted to do was down a gallon of ice water and make out with my very, very hot girlfriend. She was driving that time and she was laughing despite being in line for the toll booth. Then the car hit us. Next thing I know, we were running but she was too slow. I was already in an abandoned car, ready to run. That was when she was bit. I couldn't see her turn like the others. So I ran over her. Twice. For good measure. Meet Mavis and Pilot. Two unlikely friends brought together by the unlikeliest of circumstance. Together they'll try to survive and discover that maybe zombies aren't the scariest thing on earth. Maybe humans are.
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I am 17 years old. I am an angry person and hate everyone but my family. I have a camero that my brother fixed for me. I shoot guns, race dirt bikes, and am a street car racer. I am a five-degree blackbelt and hate to be called a bitch. I also do not like men who think woman are property. I enjoy working out with the scarves and my brothers hate it when I do this alone. My mother just married an ex-marine who is the VP of the Wild Riders. He bought the old Hotel next door to the club. I have four older brothers. Tim is 22, Mike is 21, Kevin is 20, and Norman is 19. Then me, I am 17, Tammy is 15, and Pam is 14. Last is our baby brother Bobby. He is one year old. As I pulled up to the Motel and got out of my car several bikers walked out with mom and Blaze my stepfather. Three guys walked over and said. I aam in love. I pulled my gun out and said. Don't touch my baby. a four guy looking as me said. You all can be in love with the car. I found my woman. I through back my head laughing and said. In your dreams. He looked at me and said. I plan on having my face buried between your legs and my cock in your pussy soon. I gave him a cold look and said. Good luck trying. I have men who think they own women. I turned around and started unloading my car and putting the stuff on the carts watching the prospects roll them into the motel.

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