May Peace Grace Us
READING AGE 16+
Dear reader,
Whoever finds this piece of writing of mine,I have to clarify I am not a saint nor will I ever be. Circumstances have brought me here, to live in a world of my own making.
Never was I a leader, but for my people I had led the way for us to survive. Even if it meant going to an alliance to the reason of my death in one of my past lives. It was a worthy transaction for all we stand for and what we want to protect. Each to our own benefits I guess.
As I am writing this letter, we are facing the freaks that have changed all the lives we own. Any moment now, I will be out there again to kill to defend our own. No assurance of my life for another day. But still I will be there to lay my life for my people. A repentance of sorts, of my thoughtless wimps back in back in one of life. But for specifics I want to keep it to myself
I cannot write more at the moment. My people are already calling me. Those undead are already in the walls as we speak. Hopefully I could live for another day to write more to you.
With regards to who read this,
Aila Justine, A hyena of the apocalypse
Unfold
In a house way before the apocalypse started, a burned child suddenly materialized and took a seat in one of the many chairs in the room. It looked around, and with the small arc on its disfigured face, one could tell that it was in a good mood. It stayed in that chair obediently.
Suddenly, the door to the room opened. The ……
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