• Zoey x Ellis, betch. :'D

    Zoey sat in the mud she was stuck in. She hated it, the deep cut in her leg was bleeding heavily, causing her to hold it in pain. "Ugh," She groaned and lay down. She knew she was going to die. there was no way she could survive this. She hated that fact. She wanted everything to be fine. She couldn't get over the fact that Bill, Francis, and Louis were dead.

    Zoey began to close her eyes. I'm going to die...maybe it won't be so bad... She thought as she passed out.

    "The Music played with a light frequency,
    The Speakers gently seeped the sounds of ambient keyboards and light percussion creating a suductive soundtrack to our midnight drive through the curtains of blackness,
    The windows were cold to the touch,
    reflecting the icy conditions in our immediate extreminy....


    Zoey awoke with a start not knowing where she was, she became somewhat scared, she thought that she heard people in the other room, so she got up to go check. When she entered, she saw a dark skinned woman at the stove, and a southern boy sitting at the table.

    She stumbled mindlessly to them, and came up with the quickest words possibe. "Who are you. Everyone turned to her, and they smiled.

    "Told ya'll that she wasn't infected."