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			<title>R&amp;R</title>
			<description>	The sun is bright. Don't know if you know this, but the sun is bright.	The sun is comming through the blinds, right acrost my face. i wigle in bed to my right to get out of the beam. i take in my sourroundings. i see a back back on the desk, and no door. i get up and see that kayla is here, as is k..</description>
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			<title>Frying pan -&gt; Fire</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; What i saw&amp;nbsp;in front&amp;nbsp;of me scared me, there was a good few hundred dead heads running around. they are about a hundred yards off the cap to the gas station tank. once i get there i look up, i'll have about a minute, i grab my knife and cut the first packet of fuel stabilizer open, an..</description>
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			<title>Wake up</title>
			<description>Thud. muffled yelling. my eyes flash open Thud. i grab my bow and i grab the leverage bar, and i pull back the string on hundred and fifty pound draw bow.more muffled yelling. Thug. i grab my hatchet to, and i set it in the door way. i hear another thud coming from my right. Kyle's room. i take 3 st..</description>
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			<title>Lottery</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; I awake in the morning because the sun is shining through a window, and I can tell Kayla is awake. Her breathing is quicker and deeper when she is awake.&amp;nbsp; &quot;Morning.&quot; Kayla says to Kyle as he walks in the room.&amp;nbsp; &quot;Morning. Steve, I've been thinking about what you said last night about..</description>
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			<title>The Dark Side of Safety</title>
			<description>Our release onto the streets again.</description>
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			<title>U.S. Pride</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; We wake up in the morning to a loud crash and yelling, i leap out of me bed and pull my pants on and belt my pants on, i grab my webing and strap it on, and i grab the AR, I hear another crash and lights are in the house.&amp;nbsp; &quot;Any Living in here, respond or&amp;nbsp;be shot on the spot.&quot;I loo..</description>
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			<title>Staying for a while</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; After i unlock the door, we walk into my garage, it has changed a little. there are now farm tractors parked infront of the big bay doors. Someone welded plates onto the door for the tractor's bucket to sit on, adding strength. The cars that were in here must have been moved out behind the ga..</description>
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			<title>The Dead and The Living</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; Kyle and I rush to the door, i grab my bow and nock an arrow, ready to draw it and let the arrow fly. Kyle opens the door and Britney falls into the house. she is bleeding, but we know not where nor why. kyle start looking, and not a mark on her, untill he notices holes in her shirt that shou..</description>
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			<title>Friends</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &quot;Where the f**k have you been?&quot;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Well school is in about this time so i thought it was safe to say there.&quot;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Your teacher called, you ignored school policy of getting on the bus, and got in your truck insted.&quot;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Yup that sums it up.&quot;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Good&amp;nbsp;boy.&quot; Connor looks..</description>
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			<title>4000 Pounds Of Love</title>
			<description>The flight from the school to home.</description>
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			<title>D-Day</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It started like any other boring day in my senior year. Wake up, shower, drive to school, have a smoke while driving, do school work. But that was the day that it all changed.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I was driving listening to 97.7, good old country music, when the news came on like usual at 7:05..</description>
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			<title>Apex</title>
			<description>Zombie apocalypse from my eyes</description>
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