I grew up in a small
town with a small school and a little run down gas station. Everything was simple and small. This is why we took it so bad when the
zombies came. They hit Tennessee the hardest, and, well, there weren't many
survivors. Kentucky they left alone, some rumor goin round bout them not likin
horses much.
Our little town was
on the border between the two states, so we weren't sure what was gonna happen.
Were we gonna live, or were we goners? I had read books about the 'pocalypse,
but they were nothin like actually bein in one. No food, but cha ain't hungry
cause ya eatin fear all day. Mamma says we gotta make the best out of it, find
the silva linin, but there ain't one. Everything's gray. The grass, the sky,
the trees. The birds stopped singin and the wind stopped blowin. Never before
has our quiet town been so silent.
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