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Jake a well liked teen was thrust into a situation that seemed only impossible he and one of friends were right In the middle of the epicenter. A zombie apocalypse started, Jake had been warned prior to the first report came in, by a mysterious person who called themselves S.R. Jake believes this was sent from someone in his family who is dead. Now the two to survive, this is where we start;
Jake slowly opens his eyes, his head was ringing, he furrowed his brow and looked around, his black hair was matted down to his forehead, he sat up slowly in order for himself not to become light headed. He looked around the room with his ice blue eyes, he spotted several things in this what appeared to be a tool warehouse. He stands up slowly wincing at a deep gash that was bandaged on his leg, his pants being torn above the gash revealing his olive skin, slightly tanned from his time on the beach before this all happened. He clears his throat, "alright what do we do now!"
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Jake a well liked teen was thrust into a situation that seemed only impossible he and one of friends were right In the middle of the epicenter. A zombie apocalypse started, Jake had been warned prior to the first report came in, by a mysterious person who called themselves S.R. Jake believes this was sent from someone in his family who is dead. Now the two to survive, this is where we start;
Jake slowly opens his eyes, his head was ringing, he furrowed his brow and looked around, his black hair was matted down to his forehead, he sat up slowly in order for himself not to become light headed. He looked around the room with his ice blue eyes, he spotted several things in this what appeared to be a tool warehouse. He stands up slowly wincing at a deep gash that was bandaged on his leg, his pants being torn above the gash revealing his olive skin, slightly tanned from his time on the beach before this all happened. He clears his throat, "alright what do we do now!"
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