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This is a story, yep a story so! Kids, sit down and relax...
Story
Year;2015
Month; April
Day;7th
"This is my story. Of how it began..."
"James! Come down for dinner!"
The child (James.) ran down the steps, hurrying for his favorite meal, Fried Chicken. "Mom, is it done?" His mother took a plate with fried chicken on it. She set it down. James reached his hands to the chicken, grabbing one. He took a bite, yelping. "Mom, it's so Hot!" "Because it just came out, sweetie." He put the chicken to his lips, blowing on it. It cooled rather quick. He chowed down on his chicken, finishing it, before mother could even sit! He soon got up, running upstairs getting a soda. He ran backdown, sitting again. He poppped open the can, he drank half of it. "So, James how is it?" "Ehhh, it's not the best." Two hours later, "Time for bed, James!" James got up from the Tv, he went up the stairs. He walked to his room, yawning. He waddled over to his bed, sitting, soon falling asleep. Three hours later, James got up from his bed, walking towards the door. He Turned to the stairs, walking down. He Turned to his couch, he walked over, grabbing the soda. He Turned to the front door. He Turned back around, grabbing the flashlight on the couch. He Turned again, walking to the door. He he placed his hands on the handle, he opened it. He walked out, then, he turned on the flashlight, he started to walk, soon running. He stopped, finding a sharp glass shard, he picked it up a man came up. "Kid,you ok?" The kid, stabbed him in the leg. The man yelped. The kid, climbed up on the man, taking the soda, pouring it in hid mouth. He jumped off, running. A few Months later,there were mass murderers everywhere, mall shootings everywhere.etc.
Year;2016
Month;January
Day;First
Bombings in New York City are everywhere. People dying and, the so called "kid" made a kind of a disease, the insane are immune, (it means they are infected.) Suvivors of the infection mostly wearing gasmasks and hazard masks. The infection went airborne...
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