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Surprisingly enough, I was reborn to the timeframe where there were six hours left before the zombie outbreak began. Memories of my past life were replayed in my mind like a movie reel. It was as if I could still smell the rotten and bloodied stench wafting from the zombies. With a trembling hand, I felt my neck. Although it felt smooth and flawless, I could still feel phantom pain flaring from it. The moment my phone's screen lit up, I turned my attention to it immediately. It was currently October 2nd, 2025, also known as the day the zombie virus was leaked.

********************************** When Fred, Margaret, and Harrison, got Into the Head of the family office, Head of the family asked them "What pleasure do I hold this visit why are you guys here? what did you want and why did you want those people? Do you know that those people are the reason for all this shit! the zombies Started From their Zone!" Then Fred said "Stop! family number 20 already explained to us, but we can't just blame them. When we are in the DC we got information that there's zombie in their zone. But when we got there we knew something might have caused this s*** but we are trying to figure out what it is but fortunately we lost some of us.

Before Christmas, the zombie apocalypse came. My husband threw me, his wife who had just given birth, to a horde of zombies because of his lover. I was eaten alive. My eyes snapped open and shot to the clock on the wall. December 24th. 11:47 PM. I was back. Christmas Eve. The final blizzard was closing in. The horde would be here in thirteen minutes. No time. I shoved through the crowd, sprinted to the control room, and slammed the emergency broadcast button.

"Get in then and let's go." As I took my seat, he bent over and pulled on the belt and locked it up at my side. He smell so damn good I feel like biting his neck. No I am not marking him, this is is not a werewolf story. It is just my weakness when the guy smells good.

Chapter 1 The bookstore smelled like fresh coffee and old paper, the way it always did on event nights. Elena Reyes stood at the front of the packed reading room, microphone in hand, watching twenty kids and their parents lean forward as she finished the last chapter of the bedtime story. Laughter rippled through the crowd. A little girl in the front row clapped so hard her pigtails bounced. Then her phone buzzed on the podium. Once. Twice. Three times. She ignored it until the applause died down. Only then did she glance at the screen.

So far, there have been no reports of their bodies being found in the Bronx. "This is the life." I almost jump out of my skin when I hear a voice. I look all around but don't see anyone. Tatum wakes up and looks at me with confusion. "Are you okay?" he asks. "I thought I heard a voice." I hear giggling, and I look around frantically. Where's it coming from? "It's me, silly. I'm your gorilla, Zara." I fall back on the bed and start laughing. "It's my gorilla, Zara." Wait. I have my gorilla? Tatum laughs at me as I freeze.

His screams reverberated across the corridor, and we heard the sound of flesh getting ripped off bones. That did not last long. Silence returned soon after. … We burst out of the center's entrance, but the sight that greeted us made us inhale sharply. We were surrounded by a swarm of zombies. Hundreds of them, by the looks of it. It was nigh impossible to reach our vehicle like this. Unless… "I'll distract them! You guys run when you see an opening!" Determined, I shoved the sample into my deputy's arms and told him to get that back to base safely.

“Books don’t talk back. They don’t expect small talk. I like the order. And the stories. What about you? History major with a focus on obscure trade? That’s not common.” I shrugged even though he couldn’t see it. “I like knowing how people lived before everything got loud. Plus, it’s an excuse to hide in here. Away from parties and drama.” “Smart girl,” he murmured. The way he said it made my stomach flip. Time passed. Maybe twenty minutes. We talked about everything and nothing. My terrible roommate. His awful coffee from the faculty lounge. How the basement always felt colder than the rest of the building. Our voices got softer, more comfortable. The dark made it easier somehow. Like we we

Final Thoughts: As you embark on this reading journey, I invite you to immerse yourself in the world I have created. Let your imagination run wild, and allow yourself to experience the adventures that await. I hope this story brings you joy, excitement, and perhaps even a new perspective. Thank you for choosing to read my work, and I look forward to hearing your thoughts! All my love, Samiat Owoyemi Author/Creator of the Town

Ken asks while trying to make the conversation a little lighter. "I swear, Ken. Big huge hairy creatures that shift between men....and ugly wolf-men hybrids...They also talked about vampires at the place they held me for four days. We don't live in the world we think we do...I swear on mom. The girl I escaped with...they shot her in the back of the head. To escape from the basement I made the furnace explode...I killed people to get away from them, Kenny. I became a monster to escape monsters. I would never make that up," I declare, and Ken's eyes widen as he digests my words.