Goldenheartgirl1

Chapter 11- Mid-Way, Hell HighWay Sabrina’s POV. As soon as Pewdie’s voice rang everyone was high alert and started running, and Cry snapped awake. I was frantically looking around for what this ‘clicker’ was, but i didn’t slow down. While we ran the clicking never ceased and there was even more clinking noises coming closer. My heart pounded in my chest when the clicking got louder, and all it took for me to lose my shit was taking a glance behind me. Behind me a small swarm of zombies with coral for a head was following. In panic my legs moved faster, even passing some of the others. Anyone who had a gun too

Can I tell a story when you can’t hear? Songs sung by birds are the ones I desire. Listen closely and there is a loud cheer, My eyes will reflect with joy from gold fire. Though inferior to all the humans, I stride for a magnificent life. Because I live calmly in the heathers, And never have a worrisome strife. Hiding, defending, protecting lives, Even if they are not my own kin. Sweet feeling like honey from beehives, A new friendship can always begin. To be so kind and selfless is hard, But my pure heart will never be charred.

Patching up a cut I think of my dad working at home and at his work, always has a smile on, keeps working even when he’s tired, helps those that can’t understand, never gives up until it’s done, hearing his low groans of pain, and I fix his cuts or his leg when damaged. Patching up a cut I think of camping. When he and i make a fire from scratch, shooting empty cans off a log, a quick outdoor meal. Nights filled with stars, songs sung from morning to night, hiking until feet are sore, and games that we play when it’s wet outside. Patching up a cut I think of crying without fear My dad wipes my tears, speaking softly

I’m a riddle in nine syllables, a gift, a sign of everyone’s love. Friendship is always gentle, yet sharp. Napping in the cold snow, wakes up warm. White, red, yellow, orange, pink they glow. Daintiness, small, never born in fall. Nature embraces little offspring. Beauty is misleading, can be calm. Drops of dew makes the sadness vanish. (what is it?)

(Note: So i've recently been gone with school and stuff, but i've had some issues with Microsoft words making me switch my typing onto googl drive. Anyways though sorry and enjoy.) Zombie’s Rule chapter 10-Slowly Falling Apart Lianna’s Pov. As everyone ate, I couldn’t help but notice Stephano and Sabrina glaring at each other. Sure Stephano is a pain in the ass sometimes, but he’s not a bad guy. I ignored their childish game and ate, but Sabrina’s voice spoke up making me nearly cough up my food. “So seriously guys stop pussy footing around and tell me why Kat’s changed.” Sabrina practically

Chapter 9 Stephano's story/Becca's Base Sabrina’s POV. “Tim Baker?” I questioned. He had the same face and hairstyle but…his clothes and body were covered in dirt, grime, and partly black and red blood. “Yes? I’ve heard much of you Sabrina. You look almost exactly how Rebecca described.” Tim says kindly. Before I could reply I was pushed in a seat, and everyone but the family and a couple bro’s piled into the same car. “Jesus! I hate the stupid mother humping zombies!” Markiplier commented as he jumped in. The doors of the car were quickly shut and the car drove off at an alarming

Chapter 8- Trip To Seattle Sabina’s POV. “So Becca is in Seattle?” I asked “What’s her job?”  We were all currently eating before we head out to Seattle. “Yeah Kat made Becca in charge of keeping the children and family’s safe.” Lianna summarized. “I thought you guys said she was blind.” I questioned looking over to Pewdiepie and Cry. “Well yeah, that’s another reason Katie left Becca to that job. Besides Tealer only managed to fix one eye. The other one was a failure.” Pewdie clarified, going back to eating. I nodded in response. “And how long wil

Chapter 7- Bellingham’s leader and reunion. Sabrina’s POV. I looked out the window and shot at the zombies as best as I could. It was kind of hard though when the car was jerking around and us going so fast. “Don’t waist ammo Sabrina.” Mark said driving the car in various directions.   I rolled up the windows and looked at the others in the back. Mayo still playing on his game boy, Mr. Chair communicating on his radio, Piggeh laughing at Pewdie who was screaming like a girl, and Cry shooting at zombies trying to jump onto the car. I opened the small window. “So how’s the ride?” I asked

Zombie’s Rules Chapter 6- Journey through The Mountain Pass Cry’s POV. “A minute later and we would have been toast.” I answered. “But we are short of one man.” Mark frowned at my news but smiled a little seeing Sabrina. “You must be Sabrina? My name’s-” “Markiplier.”  Sabrina cut him off, finishing his words. I let her go to assure her safety. “Well yes but call me Mark for short.” Mark replies, before turning to Pewdie. “Well because you’re all here that means you’ll be leaving through the pass soon huh?” Mark asked Pewdie. 

Not everything is what it seems chapter 8- My last note Dove’s POV. I hummed silently, letting the rain soak my black, knee high and long sleeve dress, to my very bone. I did not care how cold or wet it was, I carried no coat or umbrella for myself on this evening. (Listen to Pan’s labyrinth for the song) I looked down upon the grave that was marked with a devil print design and the name of my foster father. Yes, El Diablo was killed. We could not keep him awake longer than the night that I was asleep. I never said good bye. I felt the rain stop and looked up to see Jack holding a red umbrella over me. I wiped my slightly red