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First Impression: Okay...a pretty exciting first chapter that you've got here, a little too fast paced towards the end but otherwise, this looks to be a pretty solid piece here on first glance.

Anyway let's get right to it,

"You're what!" I turned my head from left to right, the entire room had fallen dead and prying eyes were set on us.

"I - I" I gulped heavily, I could feel the sweat begin to collect n my forehead

"I'm breaking up with you," A gasp or two, there was no major response. Her eyes narrowed like daggers,

"Is this because of that bitch, Lacey Tellement," She spun around to face the other side of the room, to see Lacey, the small red headed girl cowering in fear.

"No! It's because. . . I just don't want to be with you anymore, i'm sorry but I think -"

"Don't even think about saying that!" She screamed, her hazel hair dangling in front of her face.

"But I do, I think we should just be friends." A hot pain emerged on the side of my face, i could feel her anger in the side of my head. She stormed out the room in the most dramtic way, the rest of the room had returned to their normal buisness.

That was October 18th, a perfectly normal day, or so I thought. That night at nine thirty-four, project Frankenstein had it's success; they had brought back to life Hannah Wong, who died in child birth third weeks prior. They pressummed that she'd come back to life, they had never imagined the chaos it would cause. Hannah killed thirty scientists, and more guards, but they were not dead for long. The zombie films from years ago were more accurate than anyone could have imagined. Hannah escaped, she had taken down Las Vegas by midnight, and at eight twenty-six the following day, the rest of the world declared the united states of America, no-mans land. There would be escape and survival packages dropped and aid given if anyone would contact over the radios scattered across the nation, but other than that, we were alone.

Have you ever woken up and just known that it was to be a bad day? Well I had that, it wasn't because of anything like school or any usual problems, it was the bloodcurdling screams of my parents. I ran out of my room full pace to the kitchen. My parents mangled corpses were strewn across the breakfast table with unholy manner and with Mr Ireson from across the street with intestine dripping from his teeth, I just screamed. His face jerked up, his eyes narrowed and he jumped onto the side. His feet colliding with my mothers ribs causing a loud crack. He then leapt across the kitchen towards me, so I ran. I sprinted up the stairs and slammed the door, within seconds the sound of fingers where coarsing against the wood. I put my face in my palms to think, I was so afraid, so scared, convinced I was dreaming. My hands became wet with tears. I slowly and cautiously stood up and grabbed the complete works of shakespeare my aunt Joanna sent me from England, it had to be the thing that weighed the most in my room. I rested my back against the door next to the door frame waiting for Mr Ireson to come in.

"Jake, Jake up," I was stirred awake. I was still reliving that night, my book never looked the same once he got into the room. I sat up in the hole we were in and looked around at my fellow three survivors, today was the 20th October, and it was only just the beggining.

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"#FF0000 ">Jake! Jake, wake up!" I #FF0000 ">woke up still reliving that night#FF0000 ">, and as I looked around, my book never looked the same once he got into the room. I sat up in the hole we were in and looked around at my fellow three survivors#FF0000 ">. Today was the 20th October, and it was only just the beginning.