KaterinaVon

Cliff stood on the edge of the building, watching as people fled away from other people. He wasn't quite sure what was going on down there, seeing as he had just been on the roof for his daily smoke. The screams were slightly terrifying, and he watched with horror and someone tripped... A second later, they were being ripped apart by other people. His mind flashed back to a few months earlier when there had been 'zombie attacks', which had only actually been people who had been smoking bath salts, and wondered if there was an outbreak of that again... Only this time it seemed like it was an epidemic, not just a few people who got high. He p

Damon McGuire was five years old when he first began to believe in Jack Frost. He was a small child, whom like many others, loved the stories that his parents told him. But unlike the other children, Damon never believed in any of the other things his parents told him about. Never did he believe in Santa Claus. Never did he believe in the Easter Bunny. Never did he believe in leprechauns. Never did he believe in the Tooth Fairy. But he always believed in Jack Frost. Never for a moment did he not believe in him. Jack Frost was his idol, his role model, and whenever his name was spoken, Damon listened to hear what would be said about him. Tale