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I'm gonna make my own. Just for starters, know that this has two povs- from both kids.
Dylan- Log Date 3/12/17
Where the hell am I?
I just woke up here- in this dark hellish-nightmare. My head feels like it's trying to kill itself.
It's quiet, and everything's deserted. The books on the floor, backpacks all over the floor, but nobody's here.
The memories of the past few months began to rush back into his head, with him rapidly beginning to re-remember what's going on and why he's the only in the damn school.
Ah, ****.
Let's recap. It's the apocalypse. The zombie frickin apocalypse. I remember how it happened- the outbreak, of course.
My mom said that she was coming to pick me up, as usual. My friend- I won't say their name- and I were talking. We had been hearing on the news that 'the infected were beginning to attack civilians' but that didn't really faze us.
Who the hell would have believed that ****, right?
The sirens came.
We were ordered to hide in classrooms as a group, but panic set quick. The Dead flooded in, as if it were a tsunami of bodies.
I watched people get ripped apart- my friends, even. I tried to run. I got into an empty classroom, but I tripped, and- what the hell?
What was that?
Oh, ****.
No guns, no food, no water, and I'm alone.
And something is outside the door. God help me.
Lorelei- Log Date 3/12/17
I wish everything was normal. I wish everything wasn't dead.
I wish I wasn't alone.
I've been scavenging for- I don't even know.. maybe 3 months?
I guess the apocalypse changes you, doesn't it?
I guess it does.
I've gotten into most of the classrooms, and gotten what I've could get, but supplies are running low and the only rooms I can't get into are locked or filled with them.
They don't even make any more noise. They wait for someone to break in- and they pounce. That's how one of my friends died-
She swallows, and looks at the ceiling.
I can't talk about that- no.
The military was supposed to come, but I guess **** hit the fan much faster than expected, and by the time we got attacked most major cities were rolling in their coffins, including ours.
I remember when everything started, around 3 months ago. Again, I don't know. Maybe I'm crazy. I remember talking to my friend, when the sirens went off an-
What the hell?
Something just moved.
Next to the room I live in.
Nothing moves.
She carefully exits her room and towards the door. She has a small knack for lockpicking, and this may be her only shot at whatever the hell is there.
There is fiddling.
Dylan- Log Date 3/12/17
What the hell is at my door? One of them?
There's a fiddling in the lock. Someone wants in. A mortified look spreads across my face.
Click.
I pick up a pair of scissors, ready to stab my way through the brute trying to kill me.
The door is opened.
It's her. Rory.
I didn't expect that. To be honest I figured everyone died or wasn't here.
Lorelei- Log Date 3/12/17
It's him.
That's a surprise. I was sure he died.
Too morbid? Sorry. Most of them are dead, so.
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That is chapter one. Gimme ya suggestions below. Tell me if it sucks or if doesn't.
Thanks.
~Hyper
Dylan- Log Date 3/12/17
Where the hell am I?
I just woke up here- in this dark hellish-nightmare. My head feels like it's trying to kill itself.
It's quiet, and everything's deserted. The books on the floor, backpacks all over the floor, but nobody's here.
The memories of the past few months began to rush back into his head, with him rapidly beginning to re-remember what's going on and why he's the only in the damn school.
Ah, ****.
Let's recap. It's the apocalypse. The zombie frickin apocalypse. I remember how it happened- the outbreak, of course.
My mom said that she was coming to pick me up, as usual. My friend- I won't say their name- and I were talking. We had been hearing on the news that 'the infected were beginning to attack civilians' but that didn't really faze us.
Who the hell would have believed that ****, right?
The sirens came.
We were ordered to hide in classrooms as a group, but panic set quick. The Dead flooded in, as if it were a tsunami of bodies.
I watched people get ripped apart- my friends, even. I tried to run. I got into an empty classroom, but I tripped, and- what the hell?
What was that?
Oh, ****.
No guns, no food, no water, and I'm alone.
And something is outside the door. God help me.
Lorelei- Log Date 3/12/17
I wish everything was normal. I wish everything wasn't dead.
I wish I wasn't alone.
I've been scavenging for- I don't even know.. maybe 3 months?
I guess the apocalypse changes you, doesn't it?
I guess it does.
I've gotten into most of the classrooms, and gotten what I've could get, but supplies are running low and the only rooms I can't get into are locked or filled with them.
They don't even make any more noise. They wait for someone to break in- and they pounce. That's how one of my friends died-
She swallows, and looks at the ceiling.
I can't talk about that- no.
The military was supposed to come, but I guess **** hit the fan much faster than expected, and by the time we got attacked most major cities were rolling in their coffins, including ours.
I remember when everything started, around 3 months ago. Again, I don't know. Maybe I'm crazy. I remember talking to my friend, when the sirens went off an-
What the hell?
Something just moved.
Next to the room I live in.
Nothing moves.
She carefully exits her room and towards the door. She has a small knack for lockpicking, and this may be her only shot at whatever the hell is there.
There is fiddling.
Dylan- Log Date 3/12/17
What the hell is at my door? One of them?
There's a fiddling in the lock. Someone wants in. A mortified look spreads across my face.
Click.
I pick up a pair of scissors, ready to stab my way through the brute trying to kill me.
The door is opened.
It's her. Rory.
I didn't expect that. To be honest I figured everyone died or wasn't here.
Lorelei- Log Date 3/12/17
It's him.
That's a surprise. I was sure he died.
Too morbid? Sorry. Most of them are dead, so.
------------
That is chapter one. Gimme ya suggestions below. Tell me if it sucks or if doesn't.
Thanks.
~Hyper
