As a kid I'd read stories or watch a TV movie about zombies, and at the time they seemed like the most amazing thing in the entire world. I had wished that they were real, that I could see one with my own eyes. With any school, there was, of course, the bullies. People called me "zombie lover" and "dead girl". I obsessed over weapons, ways to kill them, all the different types of zombies that have been created over the years. I became familiar with how to use those said weapons, and which worked better for killing and hacking and such. I stupidly shared with everyone who would come near me some uncommon undead creature fact that no one cared about. At the time I had no idea what they said about me, but I knew they talked about me behind my back. I was too naive to realize that the whole time I spent trying to share what I knew, I was setting myself up for years of misery. To put it simply, I was too open to people. I had nothing to hide. Not now. Not in what has become of this world today. That wish that I had so very much hoped for, has become a reality.
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Dying to Live, Living to Die
HorrorMeryem Stell's life is turned upside down when and outbreak of an infection no one is able to stop or control moves in on her small hometown, and grows into the almost cliche end of the world cause anyone would ever come up with. She closes herself...
