Me, Preston, Libby and Megan were sat on the camp beds playing rummy. A zombie was banging on the door. Preston was freaking out, poor guy. We are trying, trying so hard! It's just not working.
"Let me go! I want to die! Just surrender to the in undead!"
He's crazy! But he calmed down. As the day progressed it got worse he looked out the window a zombie can out if no where! And even worse... A zombie got in, luckily he was asleep.
We found a new person, yes another person! They are not infected, she is called Ariana. She is a kids TV, sing superstar sensation. She wore clothes of rags and hair of burgundy red. She says;
"Help me please, my brother is infected I am the only one left."
We took her in, we trusted her. My mother took Preston in her arms and said, everything was fine. We all drifted off and I feel that time is repeating itself as I speak, goodnight.
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