Trapped
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A year ago if you would've told the 16 year old Leslie she'd be on her own against the 'infected', aka zombies, she most likely would've laughed in your face. Zombie's weren't real, never would be. But when a scientific experiment goes wrong, starting a virus that can't be stopped at that point in time, everything becomes real for her. The state in which she lives, Ohio, gets quarantined and all odd's are against her and any other survivors... In other words she's trapped. Join her in her journey where she will be pushed to her limits, have to overcome challenges, and...find love? This is my first ever story, it will most likely be sloppy and I apologize in advance for that. Hope you enjoy it though.
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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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