The End: Surviving The Apocalypse - Plot & Excerpts
It was dark and the air did not smell like morning air. Why was she awake? She lay on the blankets, breathing hard and listening for whatever it was that had stirred her. A possum screamed like a torture victim, but that wasn’t it. The wind scraped a branch against the cabin, but that wasn’t it, either. Rabbit slept to her right and Angela to her left. It seemed natural for the three of them to sleep in a pile on the floor, like puppies. Is that why puppies did it? Were they scared of the dark? Q caught her breath. There it was again. Someone was out there, calling her name. The silent army outside couldn’t talk. Could they? She thought about the monsters from old black-and-white films. Creatures that stole human voices and used them to lure out their victims. Is that what these zombies were? No. Talking zombies meant thinking zombies, and that couldn’t be right.
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