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The Apocalypse

The Apocalypse

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Jul 7, 2015
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The creature groaned hungrily, dragging it's feet across the ground as it shuffled it's way towards her. 'He' (or at least she thought it was a he), grew louder as it inched closer. His skin was a tinge of green and was peeling slightly. An off smell gravitated around him and thick blood dripped from his crusty mouth. His eyes were glazed over, as if he couldn't see, but she knew he knew he was there. Maybe it was the way it limped towards her as fast as it could, or maybe it was the fact that it continued on towards her seemingly unaffected by the lack of an arm. She gagged as the bloody stub that was left behind had gone black. Wanting to put it out of it's misery, she pulled her silver bladed hunting knife out and threw it with excellent aim. She cringed as the weapon punctured the zombie's skull, creating an echoing sound as it's skull cracked upon, letting an amount of thick, oozing blood out. He finally dropped dead. As she wiped the sweat of the furrow of her brow she thought to herself: "I have to get used to the fact that this is the zombie apocalypse, and I have to survive." - Amber is shocked when she finds herself in the midst of a zombie apocalypse. With no one else to help, how will she survive?
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[Book 1] Crawlers: once normal people like you or me. They had hobbies, families, friends, interests, but now they are feral monsters. The infection spread, wiping out almost half the human race, and leaving the rest as either Crawlers or Survivors. The infected's eyes will black out, before giant, black, bug-like legs will rip out of their back, giving them a newfound speed and agility, as well as an insatiable bloodlust. Body fluids entering any open wound, including the eyes, mouth, and nose, will seal the person's fate; they are now infected. It won't be long before they start screeching at the moon in a mock howl. The problem is, I am infected. I turned but retained most of my humanity. With my new lifestyle in a new world, I can't expect anything or anyone to act as I predict. My biggest question is, can I save my humanity? Or will I simply become part of the mindless feral swarm?

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