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The Apocalypse.

No one ever thought it would come like this, so sudden, so... Deadly.

April 18th, 2064.

3 days ago.

3 days since Annabelle Armstrong witnessed the first wave of mutants tear apart her town, since she had to run, with only a 8mm pistol, 5 rounds, and a whole lot of fear.

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Snap. My body whipped around, the cold metal weapon in my hands raised towards the sound.

"Wh-Who's there?" My voice raised, yet the shaky fear evident in it.

Snap. Again I turned. Snap. Snap. The bastard, it was circling me, messing with my head. 

I saw movement from the corner of my eye and aimed toward it, unmoving. It was only when the snarl came from behind me did I know I was done for. 

I turned, but turned too late, the grotesque mutant had already leapt, it's yellow rotted teeth bared at me as its oily black hair was whipped behind it by the wind. It's claws dug into my shoulders as it took me down, snarling and snapping it's decaying jaws in my face. 

My body shook with fear, and an ice cold terror gripped me. 'This is it.' I thought, as the mutants ugly head swung up, ready to strike back down and eat it's way through my jugular.

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The Horde

The zombie apocalypse started in April. Hannah couldn't fathom how she was able to remember something so irrelevant, although when she has over a year of isolation from any other living human being it's startling as to how much detail and information one person can manage to reminisce. She was 15 years old when it began. Now, she was turning 17 and nothing had gotten better. If anything, everything had become harder. Human extinction was inevitable and the probability of surviving wasn't just slightly possible, it was impossible. Especially when she's alone. Disclaimer- Any similarities to other stories or films is purely accidental and not done intentionally. Obviously, I adopted the idea of zombies and do not claim to have created them.