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A living Hell

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Nobody can predict the future.  Nobody knows what tomorrow will be like. Some predicted this would happen. The others would tell those how crazy it sounded. Who knew they were right?    I'm Claire Clarkson, I lived in Cali Before this all happend. It's like living in hell, or what I assume hell is like anyway. Why is it like A Living Hell? Well I live in a world that is now full of 'Walkers' Atleast that is what we call them. By we I mean me and my group.  No not a group of 'Walkers' But humans, we are a small group of survivors. We aren't sure how many other survivors are out there. We have encountered our fair share of survivors. But not the kind ones, ones that are out to kill their own kind, even in this situation. I have made a few mistakes, don't judge. We are all human we do make mistakes. Just remember nothing is ever a secret long.All Rights Reserved

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The Days I Remember by StarkidLuna

When I was little I never thought this would happen. I never thought I would be here but here I am with tattoo number on my arm. I can't escape, I can't see them again, I'm here, and nobody will save me or the people I am with. There are many of us, I can't even tell you how many people are here but I know it's past the thousand mark. We are here because of one thing, we are different. In their eyes different is bad. I guess it is, well it seems like it is but it's really not. See this one guy had this plan. This plan was to destroy a group of people who didn't believe in what he believed. He put it in people's mind that these people were not even human just animals and that we needed to be taught a lesson. Because we were different that was the problem. My name is Holly Amelia Cohen and this is my story. This story is now publish and you can buy it if you want (http://www.amazon.com/dp/1494393867/ref=cm_sw_r_tw_dp_xP-Psb0ES7QX416T )

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The Days I Remember

When I was little I never thought this would happen. I never thought I would be here but here I am with tattoo number on my arm. I can't escape, I can't see them again, I'm here, and nobody will save me or the people I am with. There are many of us, I can't even tell you how many people are here but I know it's past the thousand mark. We are here because of one thing, we are different. In their eyes different is bad. I guess it is, well it seems like it is but it's really not. See this one guy had this plan. This plan was to destroy a group of people who didn't believe in what he believed. He put it in people's mind that these people were not even human just animals and that we needed to be taught a lesson. Because we were different that was the problem. My name is Holly Amelia Cohen and this is my story. This story is now publish and you can buy it if you want (http://www.amazon.com/dp/1494393867/ref=cm_sw_r_tw_dp_xP-Psb0ES7QX416T )