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			<title>2. Callum</title>
			<description>there'll be cursing in this so; WARNING.</description>
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			<title>17. Boosters</title>
			<description>Although Sindy was laughing just a second ago, all signs of laughter were&amp;nbsp;now gone from her face.She stared at the orange raven as it flew around the room, her eyes wide. '' No.. Wha- ... '' Her voice trailed off. Soon enough, the orange raven landed on the ground and shifted in shape, turning ..</description>
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			<title>15. Goodbye #1</title>
			<description>I was frozen. I couldn't move - as if my entire body was swallowed up by someconcrete form of quick-sand. I could only watch what was happening.It took Joe 2 shots before managing to hit the biter on the head, making it hit the ground.&amp;nbsp;Alex, with his eyes already watery, collapsed next to it.&amp;n..</description>
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			<title>14. Fight</title>
			<description>The chase didn't last very long. Gareth pointed his bow at Joe before any of us couldmake another step in any direction.&amp;nbsp;'' Now, it doesn't have to be hard. '' He spoke with a small smirk on his face.For a second I itched by &amp;nbsp;hand towards the small gun that was safely tucked away in my bac..</description>
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			<title>1. Prologue </title>
			<description>It was a quick end, i made sure that it was.&amp;nbsp;A simple knot and a step and I was gone.At least, that's what the plan was. But I didn't leave, I wasn't 'gone'.Before I go on with.. whatever this is, because i refuse to call it a story, I must clear something up.No, im not an attention seeker. No,..</description>
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			<title>The Passing</title>
			<description>read and you'll see</description>
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			<title>Another Chance</title>
			<description>'' Some say that dreams are memories. Memories of your past life. '' </description>
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			<title>13. Life</title>
			<description>After 10 more minutes of looking around, I managed to walk into 4 infected,&amp;nbsp;2 arguments - ( consisting of whether that ' could've fed Rose -again- and whether the creature would've been blown to bits by a gun ) - The only thing that I didn't end up bumping into were things that&amp;nbsp;would actua..</description>
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			<title>16. ' Different ' </title>
			<description>At first when Delilah gnawed at the sweet, it was a bit taste-less. The way rice&amp;nbsp;sometimes is, but then in developed some sort of orange taste with a hint of grape that oddly didn't seem strange. Although the sweets were clearly different from the day-to-day ones she ate, Delilah couldn't reall..</description>
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			<title>12. Trust</title>
			<description>My brain processed the entire situation before my body could respond.Stunned and wasting precious seconds, Alex attempted to dig something into the rotten arm but by then it was too late. The arm was already laying on the ground, working as a trigger for the walker to come forward; Alex had killed i..</description>
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			<title>11. Departure </title>
			<description>''You take the right, Gareth. '' Joe said, only a hint of authority in it.&amp;nbsp;Somehow we made it through the forest that surrounded the camp without all that much walker activity. Gareth spotted out the single ones before they could get too close and shot them down with the bow and arrows he gaine..</description>
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			<title>10. Alex</title>
			<description>So, after I blew my cover of being sane by the groups standards, I've received more glareswhile going on my guarding duties with my spade cross-over. My morning, afternoon and night duties were now mostly with Joe, sometimes with Kalenah and rarely with Alex. Sometimes there were the odd people but ..</description>
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			<title>Friends</title>
			<description>Through the dangers she felt,&amp;nbsp;She gained a hit below the beltFrom a beloved friend.The two had decided to split and go their separate waysLittle did they know that their paths would merge once again.Whether that's a good thing or not,we are only allowed to sit and watch.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<title>9. Campfire</title>
			<description>Turns out that Rose was with 10 other people, surprisingly Alex and Kalenah were included&amp;nbsp;in that 10. As they passed, Kalenah greeted me with a smile, Alex without any acknowledgment and Rose with a hug. I wrapped my arms around her.&amp;nbsp;'' So.. how was it ? '' Felt like the right thing to say..</description>
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			<title>15. ' Sweets ' </title>
			<description>Although Delilah accepted Madison's conditions and was eager to start training as soon as possible, Nicole appeared to have other plans.For as soon as Madison's face left the screen, Nicole relaxed her body and began walking towards the wall that Delilah walked through with Jared on her first day he..</description>
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			<title>8. Good or Bad?</title>
			<description>Your usualteenager stereotype would probably throw a hissy-fit because; a)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;a) &amp;nbsp;Someone that she didn&amp;rsquo;t like daredto speak to her b)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She didn&amp;rsquo;t know where the hell shewasc)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp..</description>
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			<title>14. Fire &amp; Wind</title>
			<description>For thenext few minutes Delilah ran helplessly at walls like a maniac, franticallytrying to&amp;nbsp;touch one. All of her attempts were simply dismissed and titled useless byNicole as she kept repelling the blue haired girl back and making her hit thefloor. I think that I might be bruised f..</description>
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			<title>13. Story</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;'' That would be nice. '' Delilah replied, although doubt began to creep up on her.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Come on. You want to know the whole story.'' So.. Where should I begin ? ''&amp;nbsp;Madison questioned herself, yet within seconds she seemed to have picked a spot.'' Before your father and mother joine..</description>
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			<title>7. Friends&amp;Foes</title>
			<description>An eternity seemed to pass before I managed to wake up. To be fair, it was a nice eternity.But apparently it couldn't be labelled as an eternity since it didn't follow the rules of lasting forever.The first thing that I noticed once I was pushed into reality was that I was in a different position; n..</description>
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			<title>The Fight</title>
			<description>The sorrows that fill up her little heart are often too much to bare,Yet the heart continues to fight, as if expecting people to care.&amp;nbsp;But while the heart remains hopeful and strong,&amp;nbsp;Her brain often questions how the heart is wrong.So, through the different battles that are fought on the g..</description>
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			<title>Reality</title>
			<description>I know how harsh reality can be.How your entire self itches for an end,&amp;nbsp;Yet your body is terrified of not being your shell.&amp;nbsp;How you wish for more perfect ways,Yet your reality cages those wishes in an abandoned cell.&amp;nbsp;How you yearn to not be a freak, forever reminded of why you don't f..</description>
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			<title>12. Kind of </title>
			<description>After a few silent minutes of walking, the red haired girl beside Delilah looked up at her.'' Its over there. '' She said while pointing to a near-by tree.&amp;nbsp;Feeling awfully awkward, Delilah walked up to the ancient oak and glanced back at Sindy who followed Delilah.&amp;nbsp;'' Oh yea. ''&amp;nbsp;The r..</description>
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			<title>11. Reality</title>
			<description>While the reality of things hit the 15 year old after her crying stopped, she tried to sorteverything out inside of her head, starting of with the basics.Rose is not my mother.Madi is not my sister.&amp;nbsp;Rose is my aunt.Madi is my cousin.&amp;nbsp;My parents are Philip and Gaelanda.They died while destr..</description>
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			<title>6. Blood</title>
			<description>Although Kalenah's appearance startled me a bit, I attempted to hide it. Once her gaze met mine, a&amp;nbsp;small smile appeared on her face.'' You really don't remember much, do you ? ''&amp;nbsp;I frowned a little, my guard suddenly up.&amp;nbsp;'' Why ? ''&amp;nbsp;After letting out a small sigh, she leaned back..</description>
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			<title>10. The tale </title>
			<description>Just when Rose's words no longer clung to the air, ice rushed through Delilah's body and dark&amp;nbsp;scenarios began to fill her head along with piles of questions.&amp;nbsp;What if she found out about me ?&amp;nbsp;What if she won't let me help ?&amp;nbsp;What if... Have I done something wrong ?&amp;nbsp;Had the sch..</description>
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			<title>5. Suggestion</title>
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			<title>4. Impression </title>
			<description>It didn't take long for Alex to lead me to the leader of this hide-out. He remained&amp;nbsp;silent throughout our walk here, aside from the occasional watch your steps' and duck your head a little.Once we finally made it to the ladder and trapdoor, he led me outside.Aside from the blinding sun that ref..</description>
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			<title>9.Another side</title>
			<description>The answer didn't calm the girls curiosity, if anything it added oilto the fire. Even so, Delilah decided to keep it hidden and continued her training with Jared the second she finished her lunch. With food inside of her, the golf-sized ball did increase in size. It wasn't the same size as a bowling..</description>
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			<title>8. Diary </title>
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			<title>3. Memories</title>
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			<title>7. Cold </title>
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			<title>2. Identity </title>
			<description>Finally, the nameless girl's questions get answered yet even more questions rise to the surface. </description>
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			<title>6. Silence </title>
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			<title>1. The Beginning of the End</title>
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			<title>The Biting Disease.</title>
			<description>Elizabeth Hale. That is my new identity, you can trust nobody in this new, messed up world. But why would I need a new identity ? Its not like I was a murderer... right ? </description>
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			<title>5. Powers</title>
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			<title>4. Memories</title>
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			<title>3. Jared</title>
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			<title>2. Activation </title>
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			<title>1. The Welcoming</title>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>Her brown eyes locked on the reflection that was right ahead of her, only with longer blue hair. Their similarities in appearance couldn't be denied, yet their personalities were nothing alike. </description>
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			<title>Similarities </title>
			<description>Delilah finds out that she is capable of using super powers, her whole world turns upside down. Along with that an unknown twisted, twin sister is thrown onto the pile. Could things get any stranger ?</description>
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			<title>Inside of a Mind</title>
			<description>Alice had a normal life. Had. Everything changes on the day that she got back late from a friends house. Her parents disappear and everything she thought she knew shatters. </description>
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