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<description><![CDATA[<a class="highslide" href="https://picture.graycity.net/img/1707281618/22534_life-after-death.jpg"><img src="https://picture.graycity.net/img/1707281618/22534_life-after-death_preview.jpg" class="fr-fic fr-dib" title ="Life After Death" alt ="Life After Death"/></a><br//>Davina Briggs is a 17 year old, facing the Zombie apocalypse.  She is well prepared because of her prepper father.  But, is she prepared to be alone in the fort.  Zombies won&#039;t be the only thing Davina confronts.  How will she handle seeing humans dwindle to a more animalistic state?  Humans will be as deadly as any undead.My name is Davina Briggs.  I&#039;m seventeen and the Zombie Apocalypse just started.  At least, I think it has, watching viral YouTube videos of recently dead, standing up, sometimes missing an arm, or with their entrails falling to the ground... Is a pretty good sign of the end of the world.The government might be calling it a virus.  I don&#039;t know how far this virus will spread.  I don&#039;t know if it will ever stop.  All I know is, it sure doesn&#039;t look good.  I lost contact with my Dad a few days ago.  He is on a business trip out in Denver... Far from the hills of Tennessee, where we live.  He promised me, that he would make it home.  I pray that he does.  Dad is all I have...I&#039;m not going to cry.  Nope.  Not going to do it.  My Dad is a prepper... To my friends and family that snickered at us, or outright laughed at us.  Who is laughing now?I&#039;m starting to pack things up and move them to the bunker, which isn&#039;t even a bunker.  It&#039;s a fortification on top of our three car garage...  The fort. There is a small home up there with all we will need. My Dad thinks of everything.  From an armory to medicine and solar power.  I&#039;m sure I, and hopefully we will be okay from the zombies and anything else that could happen. The power is flickering. I&#039;ll have to go up to the fort soon... Pull up the ladder and hunker down.  Please let my Dad make it home.  I know I can make it by myself, my Dad taught me well, but I don&#039;t want to be alone for the end of the world!This is my journal of the zombie apocalypse... Hopefully someone will be able to read it.]]></description>
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