I guess you could call me a loner. When shit started hitting the fan I was in hospital with a few broken ribs and other stuff from a fight at school, but that's another story. Well, anyway - I was in the hospital and that's when the sirens started wailing. I didn't think much of it at first, but after a week and a half I got sick of it. The sound was ear piercing, so I decided to venture out of bed. As I sat up I winced. I guess my ribs were still pretty badly bruised. I had been asleep for a while so I didn't know what time it was, and was a little unsteady in my feet. As I make my way out the door I have a feeling that something is wrong. The front desk, usually buzzing with activity is completely deserted, but the lights are still on. I squint at the window. Light. Something is definitely wrong. There should be people here, catering my needs and regularly checking up on patients. As I walk further along the corridor I notice that something else is wrong. All of the rooms are empty of people.
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Teen FictionShit has well and truly hit the fan. Zombies have taken over the world. Follow the story of Ivy, a 19 year old badass who has run ins with celebrities, drug dealers and talking zombies. Will she survive? You probably won't find out tbh ____________...
