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Andree asked looking confused. "Sign on it please" the doctor said. Andrew took a closer look at it, it was just a document to certify that he gave permission for the surgery. He stared at it for a while and finally signed on it. It was the right thing for him to do at that moment. "She spent months with zombies and you know what that means, she would remain in the hospital for a long time until we are able to ascertain that she isn't infected" the doctor said. "Their was no sign of a bite or anything on her" Andrew said.

WARNING What you're about to read contains text with depictions of graphic-violence and mild use of adult language. Viewer discretion advised. Have fun! ★ HE WALKED UP to his locker and worked on the padlock before swinging the door open to take out two books, with the one on top being a History book and had a tag with the initials, J. F. His locker door suddenly flew shut, missing his fingers as it slammed back to its hinges, causing him to react by dropping his books to the floor where he was met by a skull.

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No one patrols those woods and we used to play in them as kids, so I know them well. Hopping out of the car, I reach down, slip my hoodie over my head and zip it up. Luckily, it's black and will help me blend into the shadows. Before I break into the main house and play hero, I'm going to sneak into my place first. My Glock 19 is locked up in a safe and I'm going to get it. Just in case. I don't care for surprises and I like to be prepared. I'm also not stupid. Who knows what or who I might run up against? Going in without a weapon isn't smart.

A week later Ethan "Are you sure you want to do this without involving the police?" Harry asked me as we sat in the car a few distance from the house where Daniel kept Saira. "I mean..." "I want to do this myself, Harry." I cut him off. "He won't get away with this." I'd contacted Uriel Yamaguchi alright, and he'd promised to help me out. He knew everything one could possibly know about hacking computers and was also a professional hyper realistic mask creator.

He handed the small liquid bottle over to the hooded man. The hooded man gripped the bottle tightly, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of desperation and malice. "Are you sure this will make him go all out?" he whispered fiercely, staring at the clear fluid. "This is our absolute last chance. We need to bring him down tomorrow. I am not letting him take that cup from us."

We probably should have chosen something more generic. Hoot pulled into the gas station and parked next to a pump. “Get me a Mountain Dew. Hell, get me three of ’em. We’re gonna be drivin’ for a while.”

In front of them, stood a tripod which had a machine gun with a pair of binoculars mounted on it. From the height both men were positioned, they had a clear view of Baron's mansion and the ongoing pool party, courtesy of the pair of binoculars. "Where's Jhene?" Iphan asked Kane as he tore his lips away from his girlfriend, Summers who was all over him "She stepped in to get us some flutes and Tequila" Kane replied, caressing his stubble "Oh" Iphan mouthed "I think it's best if you worry less about me and concentrate on Summers" Kane said, shoving his hands into the pocket of his wet briefs

I muttered, pulling my hand away as it nosed around me. The man only raised his eyebrows, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned against the wall. “Well, considering you’re lying in his bed, I’d say Scout’s got every right to be curious.” Before I could respond, the dog shifted and tried to climb onto me, nuzzling insistently, pressing its weight against my leg. “Your dog is—ugh—humping me!” I barked, shoving the dog off and swiping at the sweat beading on my forehead. My whole body felt overheated, like I was standing too close to a blazing fire. “And why is it so damn hot in here?”

gulping down a bit of the surprise which had formed in my mind my mouth gaped slightly in astonishment, “You smell it to?” nodding a smile instantly spread across his face as he came to softly touch my cheek with his hand, “You smell like mountain dew to me,” a smile instantly spread across my own face as I nodded, “And you to me,” pulling back his hand which was still resting against my cheek I looked down at it and noticed the symbol that had been burnt on there, I immediately lifted my own symbolled hand to his as I studied it. Both symbols were exactly the same, if I had to describe it then I would have to say it looked like a broken circle with a curved line running through the bottom o