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I suppose there comes a time in every human being’s life where an event so traumatic and unforgettable occurs..

The night was beautiful. The moon and stars reflected off of the dark river water like a glossy mirror. A few lig..

Sleep never found me that night. I had spent every minute with my eyes staring out the window at the buildings th..

“Eat something.” I lowered my head as a blue bag of Cool Ranch Doritos came flying towards my fa..

“You don’t know that. She could have made it out. You told her to just run; maybe she didn’t sto..

“They weren’t zombies, Brandon. Stop being stupid,” I heard my sister scoff for the one hundre..

My sister and I looked up at our three-story brick house with a heightened sense of awareness and a deep concern..

By the time we reached Queensbury, the sun was beginning to set. The sky was a pale blue with pink and purple rays..

It had been 5 days, 7 hours, and 36 minutes since my last shower. To break that down into seconds, a method of ..

The next five days at the Siegfried Manor were spent getting to know those who we now lived with and tossing ba..