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(On Hiatus) I love you" doesn't always mean "I'll stay." {February 13, 11:59 pm} Lucas: It's all my fault. I'm so sorry. Remember that I will always love you my moonshine. {Sunday, 6:00 am} Erin: What are you speaking hon? Sorry, I fell asleep. Why didn't you come home? Seen Erin: Hon? Seen Erin: Why are you not replying? Seen Erin: Please say something. Is it due to work? Or something else? Erin: I'll get back. I heard some loud noise outside the house. You better have replied and explained things when I'm back. Seen ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- During the night before Valentines', Luke Maygram sent a mysterious message to Erin Beverly. The next day the world turned upside down as a break out of zombies changed everything. Left with the only text she got from her fiance and the mysterious 'seen' in her every message, she decided to look for him. But will she able to make it and see Lucas again? when the world becomes a living hell? Will love still conquers everything on end? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Disclaimer: This story is pure fiction. All the names and places you might find similar are purely coincidental. All rights reserved. A/N: This story is made by me, Lala_sanara, and my co-author and friend Ysaa. We are still newbies in the world of everything. So every vote, comment, and review would greatly help us. (Notice: This story will go to editing and some revision might occur too.)

Aeipathy_02 · Sci-fi
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145 Chs

The Lone Man In The City

"Ahhh! My wallet! My wallet is gone!" A woman screamed hysterically, attracting more onlookers and the attention of those who were passing by. "Someone help me!" She cried more loudly.

That was easy. You should not display your things like that in public. Stupid. Even if you screamed like that, it would not be returned to you. I put the wallet in my pocket like the lady with gaudy clothes cried. It's a good thing that I'll have a good meal again. This is the life I live. I don't need anyone else, and it will stay like that. Since I don't know how long, probably from my birth, I live in the streets. I have to do these things or I die of hunger.

"What's the problem, ma'am?" A police officer who is patrolling the area came to her.

"My wallet, it's gone." The woman cried loudly, her thick makeup was probably a mess now already. I hastened my pace when they started talking.