Aeipathy_02

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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?

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Erin: Hon?
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Erin: Why are you not replying?
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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.
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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?

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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.)

Seen Zone Z

<p>There is something I want to do. To be rich? To be famous? To be happy? I don't really know either. All I know there is something my heart tells me to do. Even if I can't figure it out yet, I tried so many things. Well not really try it but I experience everything through writing. I'm not athletic, nor good at anything related to arts, music, etc. All I know is I always think. Think, think, until I find myself putting every bit of my thoughts to paper then to writing.  </p>

<p>I know these thoughts might be useless right now or can't be used by anyone. But this is the only way to help myself to calm down. I could still feel my body trembling terribly. Every footstep I made, I could hear them clearly even my heavy breathing and the cold sweat trickling down my head and back.</p>

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