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Dear Diary. Today I ate the mail man. My bad. Being seventeen is hard - Katie Palmer has to deal with school, pimples, hormonal boys, and malicious cheerleaders. After the zombie apocalypse, though, she no longer sweats the usual teenage drama. Athletics star by day and flesh eater by night, Katie's done well to hide her transformation from friends and zone-sanctioned security, but now someone or something's onto her secret and if she doesn't feed soon she'll start falling apart. Dead bodies are piling up and all the evidence points to Katie's blood-stained hands. Will she end up killing the competition before security discovers she's rotten underneath?
In the end they'll all be dancin'--all them ones that didn't die.... Dance with me in the shadows amidst the lightning and the thunder, and all that nu-cu-lar debris. See the big bang from the other side, and then open that cellar door. Go down into
In the end they'll all be dancin'--all them ones that didn't die.... Dance with me in the shadows amidst the lightning and the thunder, and all that nu-cu-lar debris. See the big bang from the other side, and then open that cellar door. Go down into
