One Of The Last

One Of The Last

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Everyday I try to remember, remember the day when the cars honked and honked, remember the day my family was around me. But I can't remember, if I remember I'll cry. I'm to strong to cry now, I have to stay strong. Even when I know I'm going to die, I have to keep fighting. Because whether I like it or not, I'm not gonna get my life back. Adrian Dean is just a regular waitress at a local bar filled to the brim with alcoholics. Everyday it's the same thing with her, work, friends, and then home. All Adrian wants is just a way out of her boring routine. When a terrible virus called G-96 turns people into mutants, Adrian sees an opportunity. An opportunity to be free and survive her way. But, it's not as fun as she thought it would be. The Virus soon spreads and all she knows is that if she's bitten it's over. Adrian regrets not cherishing the life she had before...because the one she has now is way worse than the one she had before.
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Certainly they could trust that those in power ultimately had the best interests of the people in mind, right? ~~~ Luna slouched low in her seat, staring at droplets of water that ran diagonally down the window of the bus. The sky was a flat, depressing grey and the incessant, soaking rain left her constantly chilled. It was a typical "liquid sunshine" day in the Pacific Northwest. They drove past a single tall scraggly tree on top of a hill shrouded in mist. The creepy tree was full of screaming crows. How could she hear them from inside the bus when she couldn't even seem to hear the voices of the kids around her? Geez, that was an awfully freaking dark image. She shivered and looked away. What did they call a group of crows again? Right, a murder of crows. Perfect. The weather was certainly the only thing that was typical these days, although you'd never know it by looking around the bus at most of the kids as they sat joking and gossiping with each other just like they had before... before that day everything had changed. Idiots.

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