The Soulless Corpse Project

The Soulless Corpse Project

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Its no surprise when the remaining 5% of the worlds population are kids. "Shuddup, we aren't kids. You are the author, right? Get your facts right, woman." Okay, TEENS. It’s 3018. All the beautiful wonders of the world cannot be comprehended by civilization anymore. Restaurants have been long forgotten. Oh, I'm sorry; you thought I'm talking about the human civilization? Haha. Hell no. Hoards of zombies scrounge the dry and bashed land for their next meal. Nearly 95% of the world's population has been made into a full course meal with a touch of the recently eaten Cheetos they had the moment before they themselves were eaten. Honestly, that was a rare delicacy. The surviving 5% of the population was scattered across the fatal lands, hunting down an isolated area for asylum; of course, with a pack of trail mix in one hand and a machine gun in the other. Becca, Alex, Minji, and Jay are a couple of the last survivors on Earth. Alex just happens to be half-zombie half-'man', if not full. When you're stuck next a 'hombiman' and are about to go after the morons who started the whole crappy Zombiefest in the first place, what chances do you think they have for not being the next one on the dinner plate?
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"I hate everyone." "Except me, right?" "No, especially you." ⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻ It's funny, isn't it? That when the whole world decides to become infected with a brutal and fatal virus, the real monsters are the ones still alive? Blake Finnegan lost most of his life before the apocalypse anyway. So for him, it's no problem. But can a group of four just as tormented teenagers change his perspective? ⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻ "Genies grant three." "I'll take three." I shrug. "Two." He bargains. "Three." I say sterner. "One." He couldn't look any more relaxed. I almost take up his earlier offer on two. Almost. I'm still too stubborn. "Five." I cross my own arms, covered in dirt. "I-" He stutters, "You're going backwards."

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