The Outbreak

Going back to my roots, and how I began writing. Doing Pre-Post Apoc horrors. Honestly, I've been itching to write another one of these for a while, and while I get slashed by my friends for writing about the object of my obsession a year ago, which would be zombies. I don't know why Americans like Zombies so much, I've always thought, just as the original creator of the zombie said, is that there is a prospect of something after death. You can slander me for writing about something so commonly featured, or you can enjoy a sophisticated, but gore filled piece of writing.

Now that that is done, I would like to tell you about my time since I left the site a few months ago. I've improved as a writer, I've added alot of adjectives to my writing, alot of character personality. Well I'll let you judge. I imagine myself a year ago. I was hyper, squeaky and constantly the hate of my fellows, especially in band class. Since then, I've lost my hyper, buoyant personality, and have traded it in for a serious, yet still very twisted likeness. Look at me now, those same people who used to despise me are some of my better friends. Dillon is actually what I would consider my inner circle, Leeyah occasionally talks to me, Yessenia is one of my writing and art friends(And frequently gave me tips before school got out), carver was always one of my better friends. As for the fifth member of the Saxophone section, I have no idea her view on me, and I have no view on her. A little reclusive if you ask me. Anyhow, enough of my blithering. Why don't i get a chapter posted?