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heyy guys, ima write you another story, and if you noticed, i wrote this one at 12 am, so i missed a day kinda- so theres 2 today, kay?
but before i do all that story crap, heres some updates in the world i live in.
so today, went well, but this craazy chick i dated before (she still wants to date), called me, and i picked up for some reason neutral
i usually dont, but ahh, i did, but this was right after i woke up, see (round 1 pm) to hear her tell me theres a brush fire, ON MY ROAD. lol, i was super confused.
after the fire thing (the only reason i talked to her) she pestered me the whole day!
and i dont have the heart, to say sorry, but i cant- lifes to much a mess as it is (wanna hear bout that? ill post it if i get an answer) so i just try to ignore her.
anyways, to make it short, shes annoying as HELL! stressed
wanna see another pic? heres the link.... artts ok, so on to the short? nope poem first! XD its disturbing, but u can get a laugh.
i sit right here, in misty vapor,
in an outhouse,
with no paper,
i have no time to sit and linger,
watch out butthole,
here comes finger!
and this is all original work, haha, just to let ya know. now storytime? ok!
ok, and sorry forgot your name, sweatdrop but you inspired me- kinda apocaliptic.
every night, still restless. how can he do it? just sit there, sleeping, not even worried about an attack. everytime the wind blows, the door creaks, or the floor moans, im up. shaking like a dog. the world has gone to the dogs now. i was born in after it happened- i dont know of the past, other than stories. but there was a time, that was humain compared to now. then you didnt hide from humans- they were your friends. now if you dont have a quick finger, and a fast gun, your dead.
i never had to kill one of them. one of these.. monsters. the undead, is the term i guess. though more commonly known as zombies in our group.
john, who takes care of me, as im only 14, always tells me, if a zombie bites me, bite him back. hes always the comic. lightening the mood. or atliest trying. right now, were edgy. the group i mean. were running low on ammo, and food. plus traveling on foot doesnt really make anyone happier. were always getting on each others nerves. im frightened when john gets yelled at. he protected me when i spilt the milk, and almost got himself killed. we dont like wasting supplies.
john tells me of the times, when you shook a mans hand, not shot it off.
but its hard to think of the good-time stories, because my mind is always clouded with that memory....
ok, thats #1! tell me if you like it- the next one is about the memory. if yyou want, i can give you more facts, like how old john is, the year, whats the narrators name. thanks for reading- and uhh... thanks! lol 3nodding
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