User blog:SinnerOfRandomness/Enjoy Your Stay (Ch. 14 + 15 + 16)

I'M GETTING TEARY EYED FUCK

''Hey there peoples! ARE YOU EXCITED?! I know I am omfg...''

''OKAY SO THIS IS GOING TO BE NUTS. DEATHS, HORDES, DRAMA, OMFG.''

''Now I should tell you guys that I AM planning a sequel. I probably won't start posting it until late 2014 though, since I am working on a totally different FF (debating on whether or not i should post it or not...it's quite gory....)''

''If you have any ideas for the sequel, because I'm like having total writer's block, please tell me in the comments! ''

Oh gosh...this is the last EYS blog so let me make a terrible pun

''Please enjoy, ENJOY YOUR STAY. *im horrible im sorry ignore me pls*''





Chapter Fourteen

Nina’s P.O.V.

April 27, 2013 18 years young 5:00

<span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">They’re dead.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Gone.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Destroyed.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Taken.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">Dead <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">My whole world is crashing in front of me. Shattering. It seems like the world is spinning but only in grey…

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Everything is colorless without them.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Everything is pointless without them.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Everything is destroyed without them…

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:32px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">May 2013

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:32px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">June 2013

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:32px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">July 2013

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:32px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">August 2013

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<span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">It’s Fabian’s birthday today. I made his favorite cake. I can’t seem to find him anywhere though. He must be out. Well, when he comes back he’ll have a nice surprise.

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<p style="text-align:right;"><span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:'TimesNewRoman';font-size:40px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.15;text-align:right;">Chapter Fifteen

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt;text-align:right;"><span style="font-size:32px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(102,102,102);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">Eddie’s P.O.V.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt;text-align:right;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(102,102,102);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">August 21, 2013 19 years young 14:59

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Nina’s indenial. She’s been like this for months. Ever since K.T shot Fabian and Amber…

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">It would have been Fabian’s birthday today. So, Nina made a cake, thinking he’d be here to enjoy it.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">She doesn’t want to believe they’re gone. Hell, even <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">I <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;"> don’t want to believe they’re gone. I know she knows, though. Somebody needs to snap it into her. I suppose I’m the one to do it.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Well, K.T and I have been dating for a month now. K.T is nothing like Patricia, she’s sweet once you get to know her. I’m glad I made the decision I made.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Nina was humming to herself as she put this huge cheesecake onto a plate. I grabbed her wrists once she set it on the plate.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“They’re gone, Nina. <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">Dead <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">. He can’t have this, he’s not here with us anymore.” I said. She dropped the knife she was using and screamed, throwing the cake at the wall. She sobbed so loudly I’m sure the whole house could hear.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“It will be okay…it’ll be okay…”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:32px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">☠☠

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Their death hasn’t completely registered in my mind. I can’t seem to fully comprehend it. I mean, yes, I know they’re dead. But, how did this even happen? <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">Why <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;"> did this even happen? They can usually take care of themselves...why did they get bit?

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">I was the last one to sit down at dinner. We were all silent. Except for K.T, she didn’t know.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Why is everyone so silent?” K.T asked. Everyone had finally accepted her as one of our own. I don’t think that could have ever happened with Fabian and Amber around…

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“It would have been Fabian’s birthday today…” Willow sighed. Nina whimpered. She finally accepted it.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">K.T hung her head down. I thought I saw her smirking under her hair, which was now long and straightened.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Well, he probably wouldn’t want you guys to mope around.” She said picking her head up. The only one who didn’t accept her yet was Patricia. The only reason why, that I could think of, is because we’re dating.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“You didn’t know Fabian. Maybe he would have. Maybe he wouldn’t. But you didn’t know him. So you’ll never know.” Patricia hissed. I felt the tension building itself stronger as if it was using our breath, words, and emotion as its weights.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“No. I didn’t know him like you did. I was just making a poin-”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“-Stop. Not only are you disgracing Fabian, WHO IS DEAD, but you stole my fucking boyfriend.” Patricia snapped standing up.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“You’ll never be completely accepted here. <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">Ever <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">.” She growled walking into the kitchen. I kinda felt bad for her. I mean, I broke up with her, she was close to Fabian and Amber, and now K.T was talking about Fabian as if she was his best friend.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">I felt <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">really <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">bad.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“You know we’re running out of <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">everything <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">, yeah?” She yelled at me coming back into the room.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“There should be some more stuff at the school.” Alfie said.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“You know what? Some of us haven’t been outside in months. Why don’t we all go out to the school. Two of you will have to watch the house though.” I said. We all stood up.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“I’ll stay here with Oliver.” Mick said. Oliver frowned and sat back down with Mick. I nodded.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">About ten minutes later we were almost at the school. Once we made it to the school, people wanted to split up.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“No. We have to stick together.” I’d say. Eventually, after the twentieth time saying it, they decided to finally listen.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">We went through room after room, locker after locker. Alfie was right, there was a lot of stuff here. Bombs, guns, ammo, food, water, even entertainment. It also provided me with memories.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Um…we might have a problem, Eddie.” Mara said, looking out the window. I heard banging and sickening screeches. I didn’t need to look out the window to know what was going on.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Horde.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“How many of them are there?” I sighed.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Thousands.” She said. That may or may not be an exaggeration. Oh, but things just have to get worse, right?

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">The zombies broke the door down. They piled in by the dozen, body parts flying. Everyone started screaming. I felt like I was going to be sick.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">You know that feeling you get when you know you’re probably going to die? I hope to God you don’t. It’s a fucking scary feeling. Especially when people rely on <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">you <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;"> to save <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">their <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;"> lives.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Everyone get to the ceiling! NOW!” I screamed over other screams and disturbing noises from zombies. We all ran up the stairs and through the halls to the ceiling. I almost got bit seven times.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Almost dead…seven times. <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">--- <span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:'TimesNewRoman';font-size:40px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.15;text-align:right;">Chapter Sixteen <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt;text-align:right;"><span style="font-size:32px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(102,102,102);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">Nina’s P.O.V.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt;text-align:right;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(102,102,102);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">August 21, 2013 19 years young 19:04

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">We finally made it to the ceiling. I wonder if this is what happened to Fabian and Amber. They had to run for their lives. They obviously didn’t make it to the finish line. I looked down at the ground. Hundreds, thousands, of zombies waited for one of us to be their next meal.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Okay, we have bombs, machine guns, pistols, shot guns, ammo. We’ll have to kill as many of them as possible. Are you up to the challenge? The challenge to <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">survive <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">? If you’re not, you can just leave right now. Jump off.” Eddie said. He was struggling to keep his sanity.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">I’m not ready.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">But why would I ever jump off? Give up? They would be disappointed…

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">I’m not leaving this earth, no matter how infected and sick it’s gotten, without a fight.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">I grabbed a machine gun and started blowing brains out of the zombies on the ground. Zombies were dropping, the ones that were alive kept screaming. The others followed my lead and began killing.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Snipers blowing. Shot guns destroying. Mulatovs exploding.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Then I saw it. I think I saw it. Them. Saw them.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Fabian and Amber.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Zombies.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">“I’ll do it.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Y-you will?”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Yes, I need to start contributing to the group and...I don’t know them like you all do...I think I can do it.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“You’re a lying piece of <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">shit <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">!” I yelled at K.T. She stared at me. They all did.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“YOU’RE EVIL!” I screamed. She stepped closer to me.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“What are you talking about?!” She yelled.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“You never shot them. They’re in the horde! THEY’RE ONE OF <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">THEM <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">.” I screamed at the top of my lungs. She stepped closer and closer to me. I backed away almost falling off of the edge.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“They got what they deserved.” She whispered to me. Then she shoved me.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Shoved me off the edge…into an ocean of the undead…

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<span style="font-size:80px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Enjoy Your Stay