The Sudden
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I expected a normal day when my parents picked my baby sister and I up from the daycare I volunteered at. Everything was how it was supposed to be as my parents talked about world events and politics, and my baby sister bounced in her seat to an unfamiliar beat.
And then the end of the world began.
And I was left alone, with no family, no one to help me survive, in a world full of monsters.
I was left with questions that would only be answered at the end of this. Was I going to survive this? Or was I going to die and become like the rest of them?
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