Some people know their life. Think about it as a child. You know, the whole fantasy, “I’m going to have a fairytale wedding and have two kids and run off into the sunset!” Yes, that was my fantasy. But some people like me just can’t have what they want. People like me are thrust into a world they cannot control. Fighting and running and hiding for days upon days. Wondering to yourself, when will all of this end? My name is Karima Jones. I have a brother Koby Jones. We are both 15. My parents are dead. We are runners. The zombie apocalypse has started.
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