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Chapter 13 ::You Are Dead. Retry?:: It tilted it’s head up, its dark tongue tasting the air. It growled, baring its teeth and sounding like the biggest dog you could imagine. I growled back. “Come here, you son of a bitch,” I said, my voice sounding deeper and more menacing than ever. Finally, it charged. I swung for it’s head, but the thing ducked, slamming into my chest with the top of its head with such a force that it knocked me backwards into the wall. It was
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Chapter 13 ::Checkmate:: It tilted it’s head up, its dark tongue tasting the air. It growled, baring its teeth and sounding like the biggest dog you could imagine. I growled back. “Come here, you son of a bitch,” I said, my voice sounding deeper and more menacing than ever. Finally, it charged. I swung for it’s head, but the thing ducked, slamming into my chest with the top of its head with such a force that it knocked me backwards into the wall. It was on me in a
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Chapter 12 ::Panic:: We held each other for the longest time, neither wanting to let go. We were resting our heads on each other’s shoulders, and our tears were soaking through our shirts. I could hear Lucas’ dad and Mr Bosley talking, sounding agitated, but I couldn’t make out words. I felt numb. And the pain. The pain was still there, like a dull ache just on the edge of my awareness. Like the ghost of a headache that just simply won’t go away. I hung on tightly to Luca
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Chapter 11 ::Betrayal:: Mr. Bosley, carrying Dan in his arms, rushed over to us once everything had quieted down. Tyler was at his side, babbling words of comfort to an unconscious Dan. Lucas stood up, but was shaky on his legs. He had hit the wall pretty hard, and was apparently still in a lot of pain from the shoulder his dad popped back into place. I looked over at Dan. He was completely out cold, and was shivering from the chilly, damp air in the corridor. His leg was
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Chapter 10 ::Coming Undone:: Oh-my-god-holy-shit-what-the-fuck. Seriously. Why was my father, of all people, whom I haven’t seen in years here at my school? And why was he wearing an Umbrella lab technician uniform? Wasn’t he supposed to be a regional manager, or something? That’s why he took that job in Texas. And why the fuck was he a zombie? I haven't been able to tear my eyes away from him. The blood, dark and thick, almost like a gelatin was p
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Chapter 9 ::Waiting Game:: My head hurt. The little mark from where the bat hit my forehead had blossomed into a bump the size of a golf ball. It didn’t help matters that Bobby kept staring at me as if I had the plague. Asshole. But all I had to do was take one look at Lucas and I knew everything would be alright. He’d dozed off after a few hours. I’d come pretty close myself. We holed ourselves up in the teacher’s lounge. There were quite a few comfy chairs and tables, and a coffee machi
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Part 2 Chapter 8 ::Predicament:: “Well, well, well, what do we have here?” Bobby snarled at me. My eyes must have been the size of saucers. Of all the obstacles I expected to run into, he wasn’t one of them. I just…couldn’t deal with this right now. I mean, as if my mom dying, that creepy man in the gun shop, mutant dogs, zombies, and the END OF THE FUCKING WORLD weren’t enough to deal with, now I get to deal with an asshole homophobe that wanted to rape me. Amazing. Fucking amazing.
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Chapter 7 ::Reunion:: After piling into the SUV, we were off again. The air outside smelled nasty, as if that putrid, rotten smell of the creatures lingered on everything. As I looked around from my seat in the back of the SUV, I noticed there were about three times as many zombies as there were on the way there. Blood and vomit were on the streets and sidewalk just about everywhere you looked. I saw a dead body, zombie, I think, with its skull caved in. I immediately thought of my mother, w
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Chapter 6 ::Escalation:: I jumped back, still screaming, and almost tripped over the white leather couch. Her eyes held no recognition in them, just the impression of a feral hunger. Her mouth opened, and uttered the familiar moan of the damned things that were somehow walking around. I knew then my mother was dead. There was now no chance for her and I to patch up our relationship. We’d never again laugh together, or cry together. Hell, right about now I wouldn’t mind if she screamed a
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Chapter 5 ::Awakening:: There’s nothing like the sound of shattering glass to awaken you out of a deep sleep. I bolted upright, my heart beating against my throat. It was loud, sounded like it was one of our larger windows. Maybe the picture window in the front room. Did my mom accidently break it while she was cleaning? I glanced at the clock. 5:30 in the morning. My mom might be a bit of a neat freak, but even she doesn’t clean this early. I got out of bed, put on a pair of paja
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Chapter 4 ::Calm Before the Storm:: The rest of lunch went fairly well. The jokes at my expense continued for quite a while, annoying me somewhat, but overall they were amusing. The group of us seemed to click together almost instantly, and by the end of the hour, it was almost as if we’d always been together. They’d invaded my little world, but in honesty, I was glad for the company. After all, isolation is dreadfully boring. Lucas and I ironed out the details of our afternoon, so in bet
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Chapter 3 ::The Gathering Winds:: I woke up, and glanced at the alarm clock that had apparently been blaring for a while. I had been having a dream, and thought my alarm was the ringing of the damned phone. In the dream I picked it up, but it wouldn’t stop ringing. Horrifying, I know. Anyway, it was 6:45. I had about fifteen minutes to get to school. I jumped out of bed, decided to skip the shower, (hey, I was clean enough!) and threw on some clothes. I put on a tight black shirt that h
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Chapter 2 ::Symptoms:: When I got home I immediately started on my math homework, some boring crap about a theorem no one cares about. I swear, they must sit around in a committee and think of the most useless things they can possibly teach us. When am I ever going to need this? Ugh, math sucks! I went on to work on my art project, a pencil drawing of some random guy with a sword. I know, that description doesn’t tell you much of anything, but that’s how I think of it. I’m a fairly dece
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Chapter 1 Whispers I always hated it here. Raccoon City. More like Shit-hole City. Just your average cookie cutter town in middle America with cookie cutter houses and cookie cutter people with cookie cutter jobs. The problem with a town like this? It’s so fucking boring. Nothing ever happens around here. Sure, there’s the occasional accident, some drunk kid from Raccoon High flips his car and wraps it around a tree. Sure it’s a tragedy, but not too horrifying in the grand scheme of th
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Kieran Johnson is just your average teenage boy in an average American town. He's out to his school and though they are accepting, his effeminate qualities keep him from having friends. Despite it all, he's generally happy. When the adorably shy boy named Lucas starts to show an interest in him, things start looking up. But something isn't quite right in the town of Raccoon City.
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They told me I would always have a limp. I would never walk normal again, but I guess walking with a limp is better than not walking at all. I’ll also probably have memory problems the rest of my life. But all in all, I’d say I was damned lucky. It could have been worse, I could have been stuck in a wheelchair being fed through tubes and shitting in a bag for the rest of my life. It’s been two months since he found me, broken and bleeding on the rocks at the bottom of the Hanover Street
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Justin Reed made a choice, and now is forced to live with the consequences. But, with his Angel at his side, how bad can it be?
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Chapter 9 Kyle awoke in a bed, with glaringly bright fluorescent lightbulbs shining in his eyes. His immediate first thought was something along the lines of, Huh, what? But the memory of what had happened and where he was came back to him sooner than he would have liked. The pain came back too. Kyle sat up, grimacing from the pain in his torso, and looked around. Stanley was asleep in the chair beside him, and Art was asleep in the chair next to Stanley. He was surprised
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Chapter 8 They arrived at the party, shivering slightly from the cold night. At the front door, Stanley turned to Kyle. “Hand me your cell phone,” he said. “Why?” Kyle asked. “If we run into trouble, I’ll call my mom,” he said. “You don’t know the number.” “You don’t have a cell phone?” Kyle asked, completely shocked at the fact that someone doesn’t have a cell phone. “Never needed one before,” Stanley said. With that, Stanley took the lead
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Chapter 7 The days leading up to Friday were fairly uneventful. The rumors about Leo had reached a fevered pitch, and Kyle just knew it was Ethan and his bitch girlfriend doing it. He had no idea why she was so loyal to Ethan. She had to know he was seeing Leo at the same time. Surely she realized what a bastard he is. But other than that, the rest of the week was pretty boring. At home, Kyle’s brother had continued his bizarre trend of being nice to Kyle. Not too nice, but he di
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Chapter 6 Kyle woke up the next morning at six twenty-seven, a full three minutes before his alarm clock went off. He lay there in the faint early morning light, staring at the bright red numbers on his digital clock. He wasn’t thinking about anything in particular, the part of his brain that was capable of rational thought wasn’t quite caught up with the rest of his brain that early in the morning. The electric numbers on the face of the clock clicked to six twenty-eight, and Ky
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Chapter 5 The rest of the afternoon, Kyle just went through the motions. After telling Stanley about his encounter with Ethan, they decided to play it cool, and try to stay under the radar as much as possible. Neither of them were anything close to a match for Ethan physically, and even if they teamed up on him, Ethan would still kill them both before they’d been more than a minor annoyance to him. He really was just that damn big. Kyle invited Stanley to come with him to the hos
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Chapter 4 In the morning, after Kyle had taken a shower, he looked at himself in the mirror. He looked like hell. His bruised eye had started to turn a sickly yellowish green color, and Kyle just thought it looked gross. Kyle once again didn’t get a good night’s sleep, which became very apparent in his English class. He’d already nodded off twice, and his teacher, Mr Bright, was getting fed up with it. “Kyle Omara!” he said loudly from right in front of Kyle’s desk. Kyle
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Chapter 3 Kyle’s mother came to pick him up from the hospital a few hours later, after she got off work. She looked tired, with bags and dark circles under her eyes. It looked as if she hadn't gotten much sleep in the past year. She walked over to him, where he was waiting in a green molded plastic chair in the waiting room. “How are you feeling hon?” she asked him, placing her hand on his shoulder. She caught sight of his bruised lip. “What on earth happened to you?” “I’m a
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Chapter 2 Kyle Omara’s life had turned to shit in the blink of an eye. The eight weeks since the attack on the boy he loved, his best friend Leo, had taken its toll on the boy. He had been emotionally tested in more ways than he thought were humanly possible. He’d spent every moment he possibly could at Leo’s bedside, not being able to bear the thought of losing him. It couldn’t happen, he told himself. But as the days stretched into weeks, and the weeks into months, there was little
