Chapter 1

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(OK guys so first I'd like to say a few words. So first off, thank you all for entering. Most people would reject this and call it a terrible idea but I believe we can make this work! I also want to say I'm proud to write from your characters point of views! All of my favorite Writers coming together in one book! It's amazing so lets start!)

Kyler's Pov- Hello me. I wake up and look in the mirror across the room. It shows me in it. I have to laugh its funny to wake up by it! Getting up, I take a look outside. The motel I've been staying in is quite golden. Hahahaha! Nah its just really cruddy. But its called The Motel De Gold? Opening the door, the floor boards creak under my shoes. Today is one of those lucky mornings. Usually I'm fighting my way down the stairs.

Opening the last lucky charms box, I dump the cereal into a bowl and eat it. The second I eat I knew I forgot the milk. Checking out the fridge, I remember. This is the apocalypse. There is no fresh milk in the fridge. Dang it! That sounded soooooo good this morning. I can't help but laugh again. This morning has been crazy. Well I had a weird dream about unicorns barfing kittens and then they flew off into a family sun. Like what? I shrug. Oh well. Looking outside, I gasp and duck under the cabinets. There's somebody out there.

I search my pockets for !y dagger but no dice. It's upstairs. Crap. "Hello?" The girl jokingly knocks on the door. I hope she didn't see me. I can't deal with this right now. I was supposed to take my horse, Shadow, out to the hay bails in the field. And judging by this girl, I'm gonna be here a long time. She then opens the door. Oh. My. God. I stand up.

Taking the spoon from my cereal bowl, I instinctly point it at her."Freeze!" I scream. She screams and I laugh a little. " You realize what your holding right?" She looked at the spoon. "Yeah I know right? When an intruder comes, this is my first weapon." I chuckle. She laughs too and I grab a chair"Stop right there,Flower Power. You ain't going nowhere " I got the nickname from her sunflower dress. She stands back and grabs a chair in defence. " This is a unique way to introduce someone." She smiles. I am really nervous. Oh no. What if she's faking all this? What if its a cover-up. " Just please put the chair down. Instead sit in them! That's what they are made for right?"She jokes. Point taken.

We both sit down and she smiles."So what's your name? Mines Calypso. But you can call me Callie!" 'Callie' puts on a huge grin. "Kyler. " I shift uncomfortably in my chair. I'm worried she's gonna pull a gun on me. " That's so cool! I had a friend just like you. Her name is Sarah. She goes to my-" I drone out her voice. I had a friend named Sarah too. She was going to tennis practice after school when everything hit. "So?" Callie asked. " Um. I don't know." I coughed. " She frowned a slight second and said" Okay " I felt destined to say sorry I dint hear that but I kept quiet. That's when we heard a noise.

I knew exactly what it was. The monsters that put me here. The creatures that were us. I gazed out the window to see one to up to the door. It pushed its hands at the door, trying to break it. I simply put the chair in front of it. When I turned back, Callie was putting flowerpots everywhere. "What. Are. You Doing?" I sighed. She answered"This place needs a touch up. Maybe a Oxeye Daisy here and a sunflower here. And ah! I have this cactus still!" She pulls out out of her inventory. Oh my word. This girl loves nature.

I sigh, sitting back against my chair. I still don't trust this girl. She seems.....obsessed with nature. It's a bit creepy but in reality she does make a good gardener. After everything is done , the motel actually looks decent now."I'm impressed!" I say. "Thank you! Not many people enjoyed my work. Where I came from people seemed to just pass it by. It was nothing to them. But now someone likes it!" She smiles at me. I can't help but smile. This girl does seem nicer than most of the others. But I still don't trust her. I still don't.

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