The dark colored backpack I carry on my back resembles the ocean at night. Filled with all sorts of wonders and trash. I gently remove the items from my backpack, careful not to pull on any bags that may carry crumbs and cause disaster, and then I begin wondering why I carry this unnecessary crap with me everywhere I go. 243 more words
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An episode of contradiction leads to turning points.
If you cast your mind back a couple of episodes you will remember seeing Nick… 1,414 more words
The odd-numbered streets of Espinho run down a gentle slope and to where the Atlantic laps Europe. When the sun sets on the town, rays of light burst horizontally through clouds and the sky turns the colour of dreams. 2,217 more words
So from watching a multitude of zombie movies, reading a bunch of survival books and also spending a butt-load of hours looking at my surroundings and the people in it whilst living my everyday life, I have deduced the following list to follow in order to survive the inevitable Zombie Apocalypse: 649 more words