***Deandra Crow ***
"...human screems from pitch-black night of my fragile subconsciousness keep on screaming in my head.They sound really painfull and loud, criyng and begging for mercy..."
"Sometimes I dont care, sometimes those voices making my brain want to explode."
Before all this madness, Deandra lived quite safe and little bit boring life.What could possibly go wrong for one perspective student of history with welthy parents?All scenarios of her summer alike dull and sweet life was already planned into small details.
On the other side nobody planned one thing for sure-this global catastophy in shape of mutated virus...and yes, shit sometimes really DO happen.She survived by pure luck hiding herself in storage of college that awful morning and from that very moment she heard first screems her life will become pure mess.
Our kind is quite nasty and capable when basic survival instinct come in question.Step by step fragile Deandra learned how to live in new world that awaited for her to crawl out from that room.
"....also, there is always that same dream with most of my dead friends.They all waiting me under one big green tree,calling and smiling..."
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