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Final part guys also ik I said ‘oh this is the best thing I’ve written’ but the bar is pretty low, it’s definitely the most fun thing I’ve written though and I had to cut a bunch of stuff for the stupid maximum word count on A CREATIVE WRITING ASSIGNMENT                                    
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          	It’s been 63 days since I came to the house. Every once in a while, I hear the screams of the infected, tempting me to join them, but they all die out eventually. Everyone has been taken. I haven’t seen another human face since the man in the woods. Sometimes I wonder about him, if he had a wife. Or a girlfriend. Maybe some kids. Maybe his family isn’t infected. Maybe they’re still waiting for him to come home.
          	I sigh and step outside, thoughts plaguing my mind. I freeze when I hear footsteps. I place my hand on the doorknob and prepare to run. A girl steps into view. Teenage, maybe a year older than me, around 16, with brown hair and glasses. She looks up. Our eyes meet. Our regular, human eyes. 
          	“Hi” She says, smiling at me. I smile back, and open the door, beckoning her to come inside.

I hear a twig snapping not too far away, and spot a redheaded man with his back to me walking past. “Hey!” I call joyously, failing to notice the bronze goo spilling out of his ear. He turns to me, grinning, crazy blue eyes staring straight at me. I immediately cover my mouth and nose, stumbling back into a tree. The man steps closer, tongue slipping out of his mouth. I dash to the right, instantly tripping over a branch, my foot gets caught in the loop. I try with all my might to pull it out, the man gets closer and closer to me, almost close enough to reach out and grab me.
          	Suddenly, he falls to the ground, convulsing and writhing, the bronze substance spilling out of his mouth, before falling still. I get my foot free and sprint away again, legs burning, lungs heaving. I eventually get far enough away and slump down beside a tree stump. The world is bathed in orange light, dappled in little spots on the grass where the leaves thin out. A cold wind rustles the branches, the last remaining dew drops from the previous night's rain drop to the foliage below. 
          	After resting for a few minutes, I set off. I travel through the woods and abandoned cities, being careful not to breathe around the corpses in the street and looting a Walmart for some better clothes and canned food. The news broadcasts that once played everywhere have fallen silent, nothing but a deafening silence fills the air. Eventually, I find myself at an abandoned house in the woods, the small garden full of weeds and rotten vegetables, but the house is mostly intact. I let myself in, pleased to find the door unlocked and make myself at home.                                                    
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          	This is part 2

I look out the window, placing a hand on the cool glass. The rain pours down outside, as if even the earth cries with the news. Screams and ritualistic sacrifice noises have become a familiar noise, as well as the booming news broadcasts told by brave people in hazmat suits.
          	“The Bronze death is an airborne spread, 100% fatal disease, If you believe a friend or family member has been infected, please kill them immediately, then dispose of the carcass as far away as possible, preferably in a hole far away. Do not leave your house without your SpaceX™ Hazmax Suit and SpaceX™ Protective boots.”
          	I turn down the blaring radio slightly, deciding to go into the kitchen and check on my mother, last I saw she was crying her eyes out and frantically preparing. 
          	“Mom?” I call out, stepping into the kitchen. When she turns around my heart drops like a bag of cement. The dim candlelight illuminates her wild grin, brown curly hair caked in blood, and a thin stream of bronze goo spilling out of her nose. Her bloodshot irises lock onto me, her grin widening.
          	“Hello, Finley darling!” She calls to me in a singsongy tone, stepping closer. Even her voice sounds wrong, too raspy, too high pitched, too everything. I step back, pulling my sweater up to cover my nose and mouth. Tears fill my eyes as I hear the radio man remind everyone what they must do with the infected. I can’t do it. I can’t kill her. I sprint for the door, ignoring her outstretched arms reaching for a hug. I stumble on a loose floorboard right into the door, smashing my face into it before throwing it open and sprinting outside.
          	 I duck and weave through the trees, almost smacking into them many times. After a while, I realize I forgot to grab shoes, or a jacket for that matter. It’s warm for October, but the hoodie I’m wearing isn’t particularly warm, and the bottoms of my pajama pants are sopping wet and cold as ice against my ankles.
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FUCK IT IDC, POST ABOVE THIS WILL BE THE STORY CAUSE SOMEONE WANTED IT AND I CANT FIGURE THIS OUT

The greatest thing I’ve ever written was a 1000 word short story for an English class that I wrote last year that was loosely based off of the plague inc game, an episode of this old creepy show where Girl Scouts or something similar were infected by a parasite in the woods, and had mentions of Elon musk for some reason. I got 100 on it and she said she loved my ‘gory style’

Broooo someone save me I was sitting on a desk and my crush sat down in a chair next to the desk and put her head ON MY THIGHHH brooo im too gay for this

So i recently watched LOTR and have decided being a hobbit is the literal dream. You get to eat 7 times a day, not wear shoes, and live in little circular homes?! Sign me up bro