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I turned off my phone and cried all the way home. I went straight to the refrigerator to grab my wine. I needed to calm my nerves. I pulled out my phone, turned it on, and called Kita. "Hey , girl what's up? I'm kind of in the middle of some." She answered the phone out of breath. "Nothing, just call me back when you get time."

she said to herself in tears. She kept leaning on walls, trees and every other thing she could lay her hands on to enable to her stand since she was finding it so difficult to stand on her own. "Erica you are strong, you can do this" she said to her self shutting her eyes. She took a deep breath and crawled into the zombies dirty room through the open window. "Gush! This place stinks" she cried out in a whispered covering her nose with her finger. Their were dry bones, blood and bits of human flesh lying around everywhere.

"Why would you.. " he asked but I wasn't listening anymore. I snatched his phone from Aunt Gracy but was met with password I wanted to hand it over to him to press his password but he beat me to it by telling me "The password is kejogmet" "okay" I said pressing the password and it unlocked though in my mind, I was surprised. I can remember overhearing NataliesN conversation with Jeanette and Eleanor when Natalie complained Kendall wont tell her his phone's password.

She mumbled but I reached her in a flash, taking hold of her neck. "I am a god! And I will do as I please." I bellowed, gradually raising her above the ground. "G-g-green..." She stuttered, struggling against my iron grip. "Green is gone...I am Red." My claws dug deep into her and she screamed. "Don't do this... T-" she coughed. "T-this is not you! Overcome this!" My teeth gritted. "Green!!...." ******

Myra decided to change her clothes before joining the lunch. After taking shower she looked at herself in the mirror. A 22 year old girl's reflection got reflected. A girl with 5 feet 11 inch height, ocean blue eyes, golden brown hair, perfect jawline and slim but masculine figure. People used to tell her that she is the mini version of Minerva. Myra sometimes thought in her mind, she really has very few features from her father Rana Pratap. Maybe only a bit of face cutting she has got. She wore a half sleeve t-shirt, with a black skinny jeans.

ZURI POV "Please stand as we move to the next round. Vaals, Glortinon, blue. Peulo, Kea, red. Earth, Cok, yellow. Frole, Hassin, orange. Makskin, Bronkark, Shikaz, green. Please take your seats your second course will be gund bread," the male announcer says with his amplified voice and we stand up.

And it took everything inside me not to turn beetroot. But all my effort not to embarrass myself flew out of the window when I took in his appearance. His jet black hair damps and sticks his forehead. A grey towel hung loosely around his waistline giving a view of his toned torso. Did he forget to get dressed, or was he feeling lazy? "Why-y ar-are you-u naked?" Words left my mouth and not to forget I shuttered and made a fool of myself. He chuckled at my shocked expression. "I am not naked," He said matter of fact.

He couldn't join her today because he couldn't risk leaving the unknown guest alone. Just as he was about turning to go back inside, he saw Lily. She had something in her mouth. A small backpack. She dropped it at his feet before walking inside. He picked it up and walked inside. After giving Lily a snack for her services, he opened the bag carefully. An empty water bottle, some empty wraps for granola bars and two unopened bars were the contents of the bag. He turned the bag over, shaking the bag vigorously. Nothing else was in the bag but amongst the wraps of granola bars, he noticed a small name tag depicting one name ... Kamara.

Echo held her hands up , in a motion to calm me “I think you should just calm the fuck down and think rationally about this” “Think rationally?” I scoffed “there is no rationality where Kain Griffin is involved” I let out a groan and clutched my head as a wave of pain rolled from the back of my head. I’ve definitely had too much to drink “God, I just want this to end” I let out in a defeated voice. The bartender came over, a bottle of vodka in his hand “Refill ladies?” I shook my head “No thanks, A glass of water would be nice”

MIRANDA Ace rolled off me, breathing heavily with beads of sweat coating his flushed skin. His hair that was long at the top matted over his forehead and those stunning hazel eyes were hooded with exhaustion, "I'm wrung out," he regretfully grumbled on a breath.