(Okay, finally figured out how to do a new part thx to brit <3, its kinda short but yea)
*Scotts pov*
Sometimes, if you wake up early enough, you can hear the last whispers of the world before, the pre -apocalypse time. You can hear it, but you cant see it, you feel it, but you cant touch it. Its just a memory, but at that time, when everythings quiet, its so vivid, and beautiful, it brings tears to your eyes. Nothings trying to kill you, not while you are invincible, not while your dreaming. You hear the rushing of, cars, the barking of dogs, the scolding of children, the sound of mindless chatter. Speaking of money, bills. Parties, and people. All wrong, yet so beautiful, and its good to have memories of the world before. Its what keeps you going, what keeps you somewhat human. Its what keeps you from turning into the monsters that play with fire. Also known as the crazies, no, they arent infected, but they may as well be. The only difference between us and them is that we have that little piece of hope, the faith in humanity. Or maybe some of us just want to be around when all of this is over.
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