Zombie Apocalypse.
That's what everyone was calling it, but I chose to believe there was still hope.
All those zombie movies everyone made fun of were coming true and people acted like they didn't know what to do when they knew exactly what to do.
Grab a weapon.
Rob a store.
Stay quiet.
Hide.
I have to give props to everyone who tried and to those who died trying, it's not as easy as it looks.
It's a cruel world, crueler than it used to be.
I've seen my family be killed right in front of my eyes.
So now I'm running for my life with my boyfriend, his dad and his friends for a place to survive.
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"I'd risk my life everyday just to keep you alive for even a minute longer because the only way I'll survive in this world is if you're standing there next to me."
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Will have:
Inappropriate language
Blood and gore
Random deaths
Possible plot twists
Highest ranked- #10 in action 2/16/2017
A promotion.
That's all I wanted. I didn't want to run for my life. I didn't want to be kidnapped. I didn't want to face death. I didn't want to find out my whole life was a lie.
I just wanted a bloody promotion. Guess fate had other plans?
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The cold air fanned over my face as I opened the door. The exit door lead to the back of the building so it was pitch black. I leaned against the wall trying to control myself.
Blood was running down my arm and head. My hair was stuck to my face from all the sweat and blood. Everything was spinning around me and the ground seemed like it was shaking. Groaning I sat down and put my head on my knees.
He knows who I am.
He knows how I look like.
He knows where I work so possible knows where I live.
I am not safe anymore... no where.
While I was in my own world I heard faint sounds behind me but I didn't bother to look or run away. The footsteps got closer and I was pretty sure it was Walker's men.
I should run.
I should try to fight.
But what's the point in trying to run away? He would eventually find me and if he has his way he would most likely kill me. If this is my fate then why am I trying to fight it?
I felt someone harshly grab my waist and pull me up and I complied. They dragged me down the alley and into the busy street. I heard the opening of a car and the next thing I knew I was being thrown into a car. My head hit the hard leather seat and the door shut behind me.
Maybe this is how my life will end. Maybe I should just let it happen. Maybe I was destined to die alone as a no one.
With that I let the darkness consume me.