What would it feel like to be a feared group of youths at school...?

Aki just wanted to have a job. To be free from his boring town and her mother's banters. It was an escape that he desperately needed. After a faulty day, he met Ryo. Quickly, his world turned upside down. But everything wasn't always black and white. After several years, everything changed. Will they overcome the storm or get swallowed up by the hurricane?

Amidst of children's joy, while playing in the park. In a not far away place there is a  young man around 25 years old. Even though he wears a smile, you can easily discern that he is in pain. 


This young man is watching the children's play while drinking a cold can of beer, by doing so, this alleviates his hatred a little bit. His name is Games Spear a king of misfortune, his name it should be James but for an unknown reason, the nurse wrote down G instead of J. They only noticed this when they enrolled him in preschool.

Games is very mad at the world, especially for God. He keeps on blaming why heavens keep sprinkling its blessing to those riches people, that only do is to use their money to exploit their power and penalized the poor like him. Even though he grows up a good man with respect to people and god. That's why he can't accept what's going on.

"Sigh..." He takes a deep breath to relaxed himself. " This is not a movie that good people always win in the end, this is the truth the reality. 'The mercy is on the God but the work is on human'" murmured by him. 

He was a chef in a 3-star restaurant before, however, he was fired because of his conflict with Jerome Sky. The Sky family is the one of wealthiest and powerful here in Star City. This Jerome took away his inspiration in life, Diane Swain. 

Diane Swain is his childhood sweetheart, she lives the same small village named Wild Grass.  She became an instant famous singer, many recording and advertising companies take care of her. All of her songs reach the top 1 in billboard, but one thing they don't know that all of her songs were composed by him.


Jerome Sky got interested in her alluring beauty and fame. Diane Swain was overjoyed when she knows that the son of a powerful tycoon captive by her beauty. For her this is his biggest opportunity, why would she tried to climb so hard on the ladder if there is an escalator she can use to reach the second floor. So she's been dating Jerome and taking pleasures. Poor Games he is wearing a green hat.

But Diane Swain keeps on denying her affair with Jerome in front of him. Not because she still loves him, but for his talent to compose a hit song. Games have trusted Diane so he believed her lies. Until one day Games was called by one of his friends which is also a chef that works in a high-class restaurant to let him come over.

When he enters the restaurant, he saw Jerome kissing Diane while holding the twin peaks. Blood rushed to his head and he can feel his ears are becoming hot by rage. He dashed to their table to punch that sh*t!  However, too many bodyguards blocked him and beat him. The most hated part on him is no one bothered to help him, only the disgusted countenance is what he saw.  He figured out that it was a set up by his old friend.

Games were bedridden and stayed in his bed for over two weeks, taking medication to heal himself. Since then no one wanted to hire him from work. 


" It's getting dark already and another tuxedo was wasted," he said, so he stood up and drag his tired body to his apartment when he got back to his quarters he noticed that the door was not locked.


"Huh? did I forget to lock the door?" When he went in, he was shocked to see a beautiful lady, was sitting on his bed then his flesh trembled not for fear but for fury. 

"B*tch! What are you doing here!?" That girl sitting on his bed is Diane Swain, the girl he despised the most.

"Whoah, Whoah, hold it there! I did not come here to fight but for business." She stood up and tried to touch his face but Games caught her hand and push out.

"My, my, ... You were still angry? Don't blame me. I would not drop my dream to be at the top, but if I stick with you, what life can you give to me? that's why I'm here to propose a business to you so that in the future, your girlfriend would not grab any opportunities. Here, take this ATM Card, there are 50 thousand Pesos placed on this account. All you need to do is to compose a good song." Diane handed a bank account to him as payment.


"Hahaha! Probably your composed songs are trash, come to think of it, the songs that give you fame those songs are mine. You only reach this status because of me and yet you betrayed me? what makes you think I will do it for you? a girl who only smells nice because of her Cologne. "  


"Games!! Don't be stubborn! If you did not create a song within a week, don't blame me for being merciless!" Shouted by her.

"You're going crazy because of your stupid desires, what? are you gonna kill me? I'm not afraid to die." A cold and disgust figure of him.


"Humph! Don't release the hungry Wolf inside me, for it will kill everything." Diane wears an angry face when she goes out but before she steps out the door she heard Games words.


"Don't you dare lay your dirty hands to my family or else..." He did not continue his words someone interrupted him.


"Young man, be smart. Don't try to push the door when you need to do is to pull just to open it."  

Swosh! 
Then that guy vanished in the thin air.

Games was stupefied, he did not detect the presence of that man. 

"An assassin! " Fear is what he felt when that man talks, it seems that this man already killed a thousand people.



Three Days have passed and up until now no company wanted to hire him, what would they get when they hire him? they will only offend the Sky Corporation who knows what would happen to their company.

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At the recording studio 

"Stop! Stop! Take two! Let's start from the beginning." The voice of her manager, stop Diane from singing. 
After too many attempts the manager stops the recording. 

"Alright, let's stop. Diane, your song is good but I don't think that it will attract listeners. Why don't you relax for the moment maybe you can get the same sensation of your previous songs." 


The crew began to leave the room, leaving Diane in a gloomy face and her watchdogs. She went to the comfort room, while she was inside the cubicle. She heard two ladies talking to each other.

"The manager is very upset, he is wasting his precious time to trash! If not for fear of the Sky family, he already kicked out that girl. Hahaha"


"Right, hahaha. Her composed songs a very outdated, it seems like she is not the one who wrote that previous songs she has." 


"Hey!" When she came out the two were already gone. "Damnit! It's because of this stubborn Games! Let me give him a lesson." 
 She called someone on the phone and after the conversation, there is an evil smile on her face.
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Games is lazily lying on his bed when someone broke his door and five people came in equipped with a wooden and steel bat. 

"Who are you!?" said Games.


The only answer of these people is a swing of their bat to his knees. " I'm sure you will now obey Miss Diane or else, ..." That's the words he heard to this man before his word turns dark due to so much pain, he lost his consciousness.


The deadline of seven days was now over, Games suffered from a high fever, his knees are swollen and blood that inside his wound is poisoning him.

Diane keeps on visiting him and forced him to rearrange the lyrics and what genre would it fit. If Games would agree he will be sent to the hospital immediately but Games, did not afraid to die. He is already disabled, what for?.

Abruptly a shadow appear on the door and the thugs holding a CD were laughing. "Brat! Your sister tastes so good! Wahaha! your parents are pleading to let your sister live but your sister commits suicide. What a waste, I did not enjoy much, so, we just watch your parent turn into ash. Don't worry, I know words can't explain what we're saying so we record everything."


The thugs were laughing while they turn on his computer and insert the CD and left after the videos start to play they also set a fire in his room before they leave.

Games tears are flowing down, hatred and vengeance is what he felt. "WAHHHH!" He cried out.

on the videos, he saw how his mom and dad died. They were hugging including the dead body of his little sister. "Son, I know this is too much to bear. But live my son! We are not angry with you but proud! You did not yield to your foes! Just like a powerful move of spear." His father paused for a bit and smiled to him. "Goodbye son." That's the last words of his father, while his mom is wearing a pleasant smile. Meaning I'm proud of my son.

"NO!!!! Mom, Dad, little Jin... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, " He let himself eaten by the fire and die with hatred.

He suffered from betrayal and cruelty from the girl she loved before. His sister has been violated and committed suicide. His parent has burned to death.

He also was burned to death. Heaven took pity on him and give him another life in a different world. Which much cruel than the earth, a world were supernatural, demons, and beasts exist.

The weather started to get nasty by the time Nisha got on the bus.

Instead of hating the rain, Nisha actually adored the rain. No one knows why!
Since the age of three, she had a habit of going in the rain and letting the rain do its job. She finds peace in the rain. Some people feel the rain and others just get wet.

Don't you guys just love the air when it's raining or after it's rained? The air feels cleaner and fresher after it rains or is it just Nisha? 

The task for you guys for when it rains next time!
You guys have to try breathing in and out very slowly when it rains next time! It would be a good idea to do it after the rain and not during the rain because I don't want my readers to catch a cold! Tell me if you felt relaxed or any other emotions in the comments!

Back to the bus and Nisha!

Nisha didn't feel like going on her phone and just played some heartbroken songs(she is not heartbroken but the songs make her happy! I'm sure you guys do that as well!).

Whilst listening to music, Nisha stared at the drops of rain being splattered on the bus window. The view itself could remind anyone of their Precious memory. Nisha was no different!

She could see two pairs of kids shoes dancing in the rain. Or was it something else? One seemed to have pink rain boots whilst the other one had black rain boots. Both were wearing matching raincoats, the girl took her hood off whilst the other one was chasing after her to put it back on.

After facing many failures the boy ended up deciding to take a break and let the girl do what she wanted to because he didn't have the strength to run after her. How could he being two months older than her and being more healthier than her could get tired whilst she still had enough energy to dance around in the rain after she was chased by him!

That's no logic!

A 16 year old faces many difficulties that for others may be minor but for her it meant a lot.The girl faces friendships and their breakups and a crush that she never thought would also like her.Theres the crush who goes to a different school but in the same town.The girl is unknown to her crush’s identity and age.

You may find her as a creep or a stalker as she purposely stays late after school and waits for him at the bus stop to get the bus together without him ever knowing.Or at least that’s what she thinks!!The girl is not like now a girls who smears makeup all across their faces .Unlike others, she is very simple and has an ordinary lifestyle.

Years had passed yet the ghost of how we first met was still clear in my mind. I still remember every detail of how you looked like during that day, the shirt you're wearing, the style of your hair, your facial expression—everything.

The weather was humid. I'm sitting decently inside a bus next to the window, enjoying every places we're passing with earphones plugged in my ears. 

The bus stopped and a passenger entered. It isn't my thing to check for the newcomer but that time, there's something in me which pushed me to do so. My eyes met the gaze of a guy wearing a black bonnet, black t-shirt, faded blue jeans and earphones plugged in his ears. 

The stare lasted for seconds until I returned my gaze to the window.

I felt someone who occupied the vacant seat beside me.

It's the guy. It's you. And for the second time, our eyes met.

"LANY?" I heard you asked.

I unplugged my left earphone and answered, "yes. Why? Are you familiar to them?"

"Quite. Actually, it's my favorite band."

My lips automatically formed a smile. "Same here! My playlist is full of songs of them. Look."

I showed you my playlist while scrolling up and down. If he's a fan of LANY, then he must be familiar to any other songs that are also similar with it. 

"Joji, Troye Sivan, Rex Orange—you're not a sad girl, are you?"

"Of course, not!" I laughingly said. "Just a girl who's fond of listening to sad music."

"Are you also listening to rock music?"

"Yes. And metal music, too."

"Really? An innocent-looking girl who's fond of listening to 'demonic' music? How come?"

During the ride, we talked about our favorite music. While we're discussing about songs, I never felt comfortable in any stranger except for you. It's also my first time to meet someone who has the same music taste like mine because everyone around me are obsessed listening to K-pop and mainstream songs. That's why I prefer to bring my earphones every day to enjoy my favorite music and of course, to avoid hearing songs that the lyrics are not understandable. No offense.

He's a complete stranger, but I never felt unease with him.

Or, maybe, we had a "soul connection" because we have the same preference in music? Err, is that even possible?

Everything has an end, so as our conversation.

You reached your destination where you have to bid farewell to me. "Goodbye. It's such a wonderful thing to talk with someone like you."

I waved my hand. "Same here. Nice talking to you, too."

At the back of my head, I'm wishing that the universe will cross our paths again.

But it seemed like universe heard my silent prayer because the very next day, the bus where I'm riding at stopped and a passenger entered. It's you. Our gazes met and we both smiled at each other.

"Hello," you said and you sat beside me.

"Hi."

We started to talk again about music. You mentioned a lot of concerts where you've been to, and I envied you because you've been in the concert of my favorite band: Paramore. I was dreaming of being there since the day I discovered the band but Lady Luck isn't always with me. 

"Someday, you'll be able to go to your favorite band with the person you love most because you deserve it."

Your words made my lips formed a curve. And even though you already got off from the bus, your voice saying those words are still echoing inside my head.

It gave me hope that I'll be able to attend one of my favorite band's concert. That I'll meet one of my idols, not only me, but with a special someone.

Days passed by. Every time the bus stops, a passenger always enters and occupies the vacant seat beside me. Every day, we are talking about favorite music and exchanging song suggestions. And I'm glad you're always listening and liking every song I suggest.

My whole weeks aren't complete without you, without discussing our music preferences. There's also an ineffable feeling I feel whenever I'm talking with you.

You're a complete stranger... but what's this?

One day, the bus where I'm riding stopped. A passenger entered but to my disappointment, it isn't the guy who has a dull expression. It isn't you.

It's alright, though. Maybe I'll be able to see you the next day—

But, I was wrong.

I hoped for another day—

Still, it wasn't you who arrived.

Maybe you're busy for something and you'll take the next bus to ride.

One day, I woke up late. I took a quick shower and didn't even bother to eat anything. I waited for a bus to stop and it looked like Lady Luck pitied me because a bus stopped in front of me. I immediately get inside.

To my surprise, I saw you.

You're still wearing your attire since the day I met you: bonnet, black t-shirt, faded blue jeans and earphones plugged in your ears.

But...

You were sharing your earphones with someone beside you. A lady who's peacefully taking a nap while leaning on your shoulder.

Years had passed since the day I saw you with her.

I'm already a successful woman who graduated and I already got my dream job. I've been into concerts of my favorite bands, but I don't have anyone to accompany me.  

Years had passed, but I'm still listening to every song you suggested years ago.

Every time my playlist is on shuffle, it plays every song that gives me a lot of memories with a stranger I talked inside a bus. I didn't even get to know what's your name, where do you live, or even your social media accounts. 

And every time the songs you suggested plays, it gives me a lot of questions to ask all about you. How are you? Are you doing good right now? 

Did you already find your special someone who can accompany you into your favor bands? Did you already find someone who has the same music preferences like you? 

Do you still remember that innocent-looking girl you talked inside a bus years ago?

Do you still remember me... like I do?

Wednesday 12th April: 1723: 1:10pm

Calmly, the ship was leaving the safety of the town and entering the wildness of the deep blue ocean. I could tell the crew had gotten worried like I was, but we all tried to hide that feeling and started singing songs to cover them up. 

We was actually quite lucky since the waves and the weather was really calm. The sun was out and the sky was a lovely warm blue colour. The water ran swiftly below the ship and the seagulls was screeching calmly and flying around the ship and flying over to the beloved town we left behind.

Our journey has started, there's no turning back now, there is now only forward. We will continue Marcus' adventure and we will make him proud. He always cared about us and looked after us and thought of us first, so this is us repaying him and going on the adventure, even though we can't see him we know he is still with us, in our hearts. 

I sighed as I remembered him and how he always managed to cheer everybody up when times where tough. I knew I wouldn't be able to concentrate so I gave the wheel to the first mate, who was a tall man, with lustrous blonde hair, and sky blue eyes. He was called Robert and he knew how to control a ship, he can drive extremely well and to be honest I'm shocked how Marcus chose me to be captain, because in my opinion he was way better at driving.

After he got hold of the wheel I walked into the captains cabin and sat myself down at the table and pulled out the map and unfolded it onto the round, dark wooden table. I read the map and ran my finger from London to Antarctica. It was South. I knew that the weather would probably get colder and more dangerous the closer we got. We all knew that we would probably get stuck in a storm and that's probably why the people back in the town called this a suicide mission, but we are 90% positive we won't die since we have all the gear and equipment we need. We have a lot of food and warm clothing.

A diary of a Captain caller Todd, who set sail to Antarctica with his crew to see what lives there. 

His adventure managed to get some unexpected surprises. At night him and his crew gets caught in a deadly storm, which was unexpected.

Will they survive?

During this time of unknown, I dedicated a majority of my time outdoors. The day that Ma'am C. told me that it was hard to find the regular produce I decided in my mind to make a personalized garden. For seven days I used a diver's knife and cleared a path in the forest. As the sun was about to set in the west I rested and smiled at my slow progress. Each day slowly went by captured by the tick marks the beetles left behind in the clay dust. I developed a hard determination to survive in the forest and scared any deer that even thought to walk into my cleared path. Each day I struggled to stay sane as the shovel hit endless bedrock hidden under the first layer of the red clay. Trails of sweat coated every inch of my aching sore body, yet I pushed myself to do more. The hands that once were weak and smooth, now hardened from callouses and blisters healed over. Each day was a battle against the deer and the mosquitoes. I waited for the seeds and the deer fencing in the mail with a baited breath, yet they arrived in their due time. Each day I sang or talked to the plants while waiting for them to push up from the hard soil. Earwigs, ants, and grasshoppers by then became a nightmare when the seedlings were young. On some days I talked to the birds or played the penywhistle. Other days I sang songs for rain and cool weather so the seeds could have a chance at survival. The more that the soil was wetted, then more the plants grew. Before I knew it, there were frogs guarding the garden from the bugs that sucked the essence of life from the seedlings. The trough became their swimming pool when the weather bore hot and a means of self discovery. One day rolled into the other like dominoes slowly becoming spread out and knocked over. Sleep which once was but a fantasy, then became a reality with hard work. When the temperature was bearable I would ready the wheelbarrow and fill it with ten gallons of water, where I then would sprint the fourth of a mile each way and water the plants or refill the trough once more. One day I had the opportunity to befriend one of the frogs over a fly. It ate the fly directly from my fingertips and rubbed its legs over it's nose. It was during these moments I felt a moment of peace.

In night, one of the highest point in Ankara in Oran, a security guard in his warm crib, he stretched his legs, reclined his head against his prefabricated cribs wall and opened a radio from his phone.In the night while his songs playing, he can barely stand on his foots.

Oguzhan opened his mouth and yawned until satisfied, he bored all of the songs from the radio but he knows he can't do anything about it. His phone is an old one and it can take some of songs in its capacity. Its one of the best quality is which provide himself a free radio to listen. However if you bored from it, there isn't anything to do in phone but it's better than nothing.

"Krsstt!"

We're breaking our show from emergency news from General Directorate of Meteorology which they transmitted 5 minutes ago, in their weather forecasts there is a heavy snowstorm waited in Ankara at the night. For much more informations we are connetting with our expert.

'' Yes Mr. Fuat Alnıipek how can you explain the snowstorm which is suddenly popped up in hot summer night?" 

"Thanks… but we shocked too when we saw this. There is a very heavy snow storm in whole country but it isn't only in our country. We are witnessing the first one in the world. The whole worlds' weather forecasts say samething too. I have to tell our people which are have a job in outside, please don't forget to put guard chain in their car! Especially, it would be better if they stay in th…"

Oğuzhan's phone suddenly shutted down. He was looking to his phone with blank glances. He was using his phone while it was recharging and there is no way to shutted down his phone. Suddenly he became very nervous and started panicing. "Dolar keeps increasing at the time... How can I buy a new phone now" he speaks with himself.

He put away his phone and he closed his eyes slightly. When he remember the time it was five minutes for napping. He knows it and he already got in napping mode. He didn't forget to put his finger into his nose. He gets snots in his nose into gether and he threw them away.

When Oğuzhan's dry nose opened he got some fresh air and when he closed his eyes he had already napped.

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01.45 A.m / Panora Shopping Center/ Car Parking Area

Some of young who are drunk, They were having some fun with the song which they choosed. There some women, who are escorting with them, their joys were quite great and all of them' face were blushed, they wear T-shirts which is short sleeved and they are feelling all of hotness from the alcohol.

"Did the weather getting cold? Or Am I the only one he feels it?"

Suddenly one of the girl has asked. Everyone turned to her. She realised her boyfriend has already reached to car trunk and gave it his jacket to her.

"Here Cemre there was a jacket in my car"

With sneaky smiling on his face, he gave his jacket to Cemre. Cemre worn the jacked which has given to her. After that he looked up the sky. With the cold or something else Cemre realised, her brain working better.

"Guys, why are the clouds red at this time of night?"

Everyone looked that point which Cemre had showed. It covered with red clouds which they had to be normal. In the group the drunkest one peeked up the sky and after he filled his chest with air. Then he said, "They must be disinfecting the city I have been struggling with these flies."

"Cafer it isn't looks like disinfecting… Tugay, I didn't like the night bring me to the home." With tedious sound from Cemre other girls started to be afraid. With effect of the alcohol the girls had got the men in the group involuntarily. "Yeah me either I don't want to stay here. Can you bring me to home Cafer." 

All of the got their items and they went to the car. While they were going to the car one of the snowflake dropped his nose. "Is it snowing or am I thing like that." Especially with his heavy accent most of them didn't understand him. All of them looked up the sky again. A red snowflake dropped a girl's mouth who are next to Cemre.

"Am I too high? Are these red snowflakes? Guys are you seeing these right?"

They had already noticed the heavy red snowstorm. The couples find it interesting. Firstly the girls after boys stand where they are and they started to sharing the event on their smartphones.

"Hey! Everyone laughing us. Shut it sharing! We got disgraceful to everyone…." Tugay tried to stop all of them. With phone light, the can see each other at the night directly.Whereas all of the phones shutted down under red snow raining.

"Ah! My phone broke up."

Cemre suddenly reacted the event, then he looked to the other people. She noticed that everyone' phones were broke down too. Then she asked to others silently "Do your phones shutted down too"

Everyone shake their heads involuntarily. By that time Cafer looked all of them with anger face. "Guys! I think, there are foreing countries' finger on it! Bro look, The US has to be in it I read in of the article. With the bomb, which they make. they are able to shut all of technological tools I think…"

"Dude I think it name was EMP I think." One of the quiet one finally answered them. Everyone was looking him with excitement on their face. Everyone expected from him explain what he knows about it.

"They dropped the bomb wherever they want then; that bomb releasing some high frequency things and its make all of the tools useless."

"Oh my!" everyone reacted same suddenly. "Then we know why everywhere under dark but I have question, since they had used the "EMP", why they are used to our location where we are?" 

"How can we know it man!" Cafer looks very nervous and depressif. "C'mon let's move on your cars, the girls had already scared. We should bring them their home quick"

They moved as a couples to their cars. After a while there are three car especially one of the car is Cafer and his girlfriend's car had been abandoned in front of the Panora Shopping Center. 

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 04: 12 A.M/ In front of the Esambly Building

"Quick one Protect the Mrs. Funda!"

"Need backup, I'm running out of ammo!"

"They are coming from everywhere! Holly Wolf! I just shot Mr. Murat from his head, will my head be trouble?"

Radio voices can be hearted from everywhere. All people was in panic and there were alot of gun fire. People' screams escorting with gunfire, Anyone who has neutral perspective can see that the snow raining getting harder and harder. It makes the very sure.

Suddenly the police and soldiers, who are trying to stop chaos in Ankara, were shotting with their guns continuously. While that the woman they called Mrs. Fundas nearby that secretary was trying to get a phone call with his all power in their office.

The secretary finally sigh it heavily. She shake her head as a negative sign,  then said "Mrs. Funda, I'm afraid to say that but we cannot make communication… All of the line had been shutted down." 

"Then the encrypted satellite line? It has to work!" Mrs. Funda shouted to the his secretary with nervous looking. "Don't act like stupid. Connect me with the encrypted satellite line NOW!" 

There was a fear on the secretaries face, but he didn't take the line phone in front of her with his helpless face. "Mrs Funda, we can't use the electricity. All of the line are offline, moreover even it is open how can we know other side's phone are open!"

The woman's words outputed with scream, a roar came out from her throat. Mrs. Funda was shocked when she heart this voice. She believed his whole life has taking by scythe which is holding by the Death.

Nevertheless it wasn't the Death that taken her life… 

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05:32 / Nearby  of the Panora Shopping Center/ Grand Embassy of the Koftei 

Oğuzhan woke up suddenly that thing hit the glass. When he opened his eyes first thing he saw was his chief's head. The chief has very sick skin color. However he has been seeing this for a lot of time he didn't care of it. "Okay Chief Güral I was napping for a while, thats all. You know there isn't anything happening in here, due to my eyes are closing involuntarily…"

After these words with slow his slow movements he geared his SAR9 METE pistol, one extra clip, handcuffs and nightstick which made by tough plastic to his belt. Then he looked his tie in front of the mirror. When he saw all of the in right place, he turned his back with big smile, "Look chief I become like nail and ready for my mission! C'mon don't make yourself tired?"

The chief, stands like a nail in front of Oğuzhan continued to hitting glass of the crip. By that time his mount was closing and opening, his all teeth were spilled off form his mount and his gums become dark. He nauseous, when Oğuzhan saw it. "Chief for god sake how many smoke packets do you use? What did you do with your teeth…" 

"HYAAAAA!"

With that a roar Oguzhan had removed his attention from the chief and saw the woman who are running away from a man who are running like hungry wolf. Even tries to escape from him his, her legs tripped and she felt down. That man behind him caught up her and suddenly climbed her head on.That movement makes Oğuzhan a bit confident but when Oğuzhan wants to help her, he shocked what he suddenly saw.

That guy, who are chasing the woman, he bite her neck and he started to eat that meat which came from woman's neck. That neck bleed even too much it make blood colored snow watery. That while Oğuzhan wondering why is snow colored red in his head when he see it. he shake his head and watch all of that thing with fearfully.

That man ate that woman for a while, bleeding was slowed down. That man stopped to eat that food(!) and started to look around starely. Interestingly, that woman caught by that man stand up like nothing happened and started to do same thing as than man.

"Haha! That was a good filming! That was too real even I tough I was in the set.

Oğuzhan humming himself and then he shutted his mouth up. He opened his eyes in horror! He looked that woman that was dying about couple of minutes. Her neck bones can be seen by directly and there is no way to see any emotion in her face. That scary woman's eyes was looking at him.

"These are real ZOMBIES.."

While that Oğuzhan look his chief that, who was look at him, with starely. As he guest he has already been a zombie.

Red snow had already taken out the world under its effect. Whenever people talk about the snow, they always remind the “Apocalypse”. When Oğuzhan “a security guard” woke up, he saw a woman who running for his life and chasing by a “brute”. He realized that things isn’t going like his expectations.

On my way to return home I felt Lacy was a bit aloof. Compared to other days where she would be jolly and telling me all sorts of experiences she had with her boyfriend. The train journey was cold. Unusual to another day. It felt a bit eerie.

"Is there anything you want to share? "
"Nothing Sonnet. "
Her reply was cold.I was confirmed that something had really happened to her. 
"Did you chat with brother Henry today? "
The moment I asked was the moment I saw tears trickling from the corner of her eyes. 
"Why are you crying? Something must have happened! "
"No it's just the wind is blowing too much that my eyes can't stand it. It's really stupid you see. "
"Are your eyes stupid or are you. In fact your voice can't hide it. Remember what you yourself said on that day in the washroom. You hate if people hide something from you. Same is with me as well. May be I can't provide immediate solution but at least we can discuss it among ourselves. "
"Actually, I don't want to hide anything. Nobody likes to hide. But the thing is such that I need time to explain and accept. Boohoo! "
I started patting her saying,"There there, cry as much as you want. No need to explain. When you feel like you can share you can share it with me. "
"Hmm.. "

She was sobbing so much that I understood something must have happened when I wasn't around. I wish I could have noticed that earlier. Although she was talking about the bet she wasn't that much amused. On the other hand she was very much calm during the time Gray was accused despite she also being a good friend of his. She didn't even speak a word when others were applauding me after mam explained the entire scenario. She did as much as she could to not make others feel a thing had happened to her but now she is sobbing. I continued patting her until she fell asleep.It's better for her to sleep.

I took out my phone carefully as she was laid her head on my shoulder.I checked if there was any important notification. Then I had put on my earphones and was listening to songs. 

The weather became colder. And leaves were falling fast as if another winter had hit during the spring.Sadness occupied the mood and I switched over to melancholic songs. 

When my station almost came I gently held her head and initiated to wake her up. 
"Lacy, Lacy! wake up. The train had almost reach my station. Hey wake up! "
"Mmmmm.. "
She rubbed her eyes and woke up. 
"I'm leaving. Don't sleep now otherwise you will miss the stop. "
"What the station arrived so fast? "
"Are you even listening? My station arrived! Don't sleep anymore!"
"Oh! okay. "
"See ya. At least share your troubles with Aunt. She will surely understand. Don't worry too much. Everything will be fine. "
"Okay.Bye."
"Bye."
Her response was still weak and ignorant which provokes me to get worried. I really hope that she reaches home without further troubles.

[COMPLETED]
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A new school week dawned. But as I woke up and peeked at my window, the sky outside looked very gloomy.

"It must be storm clouds," I thought to myself.

I went down the living room to check on the news. Unfortunately, the forecast indicated a typhoon is expected to arrive in a few hours.

Signal No. 1 was raised in our town, meaning that preschool and elementary school classes would be suspended. Just as the news was announced, rain began falling hard on the ground.

"I have a bad feeling that classes would be suspended today," Charissa told me as she prepared breakfast. "You and Michelle might get stranded if the downpour continues."

The television remained on as Charissa and I awaited any further reports of class suspensions. But none came, at least for the moment.

Michelle had barely arrived at the lobby when I went down. She was also anticipating the worst.

"Michelle, the weather has gone from bad to worse," I commented. "Do you think we should stay home instead?"

"Well, I haven't heard about a possible suspension too," Michelle responded. "We'd rather go to school than cut class."

Michelle steadfastly drove her car in spite of the strong rains. But then we were greeted by some floodwaters upon reaching Manila.

Driving in these conditions soon became very tricky. Traffic became a standstill, and waiting became a painful experience.

Just then, I received a tweet from school management.

"We have announced that classes will be suspended today because of heavy rains and flooding in the area," read the tweet. "We encourage you to stay safe and prepare for the worst. Thank you very much."

"Looks like we don't need to go to school today," I solemnly said to Michelle. "Classes are suspended."

"But we're stuck here," Michelle answered gloomily. "We can't get out."

"Don't worry," I replied back. "We can take a u-turn."

With classes now suspended Michelle and I decided to go to a nearby coffee shop for some brunch. We thought about going home, but we realized that killing time outside would be much better than staying home bored.

As I ordered two tuna croissants and two cups of green tea, Michelle opened her laptop and logged in to Skype. There Ella showed up through a video screen and they began to talk.

Ella: "Hello Michelle. Where are you right now?"

Michelle: "Christine and I are at the coffee shop. We were about to attend school when they announced a suspension of classes this morning."

Ella: "Well I hope you're safe out there."

Michelle: "By the way, have you talked to Jamie about the video assignment?"

Ella: "Not yet. He has not telephoned me. How about Taylor and Erin?"

Michelle: "They haven't called either. We're contacting them for some updates."

Ella: "Oh well, we'll just have to wait. By the way is Christine there?"

Michelle: "She is just buying some delicious pastries for brunch. Don't worry she'll come."

Ella: "Okay then Michelle. I'll wait."

Just then I returned from the cashier with all the orders and delivered them to the table. As we took a bite on the croissant Ella excitedly licked her tongue at the sight of our delicious meal.

Ella: "That looks delicious. What was that anyway?"

Michelle: " It was just a tuna croissant. Crispy on the outside but juicy on the inside."

Christine: "Umm... so tasty."

Ella: "Hi Christine!!!"

Michelle handed over the headphones to me and placed it above my head. Ella and I started talking.

Christine: "Oh hey there Ella. Glorious morning out there."

Ella: "Indeed. If not for the harsh rain I would have gone outside. So here is your friend relaxing in the comforts of home and finishing a few errands."

After I had taken a bite of the croissant and a sip of the tea, we resumed our conversation.

Christine: "How was your sleep last night?"

Ella: "It was okay. I mean nothing significant happened. I absolutely enjoyed a good night's sleep."

Christine: "Have you taken your medications this morning?"

Ella: "I just took mine after breakfast. Right now I'm breathing extremely well."

Christine: "That's splendid to hear."

As Michelle and I completed our meal, Ella received a phone call.

Ella: "Can you hang on for a second? I received an urgent phone call."

Christine: "Sure thing."

A few minutes later, Ella returned to her desk to continue our chat. I then handed over the headphones to Michelle.

Michelle: "So who contacted you?"

Ella: "It was Jamie. He is going to a shop to help render our videos and transfer them to a CD. The deadline may be this Thursday, but it was obvious that he didn't want to waste any more time."

Michelle: "Isn't it expensive to go to a shop to render videos?"

Ella: "Well, he comes from a rich family, so it's no big deal."

By 12:00 p.m. the rain weakened slightly and the floods gradually subsided. However, Michelle and I had no plans to go home just yet.

At that moment though, Michelle heard Ella's stomach grumbling. 

Ella: "Well, you heard my stomach. I have to eat now. We'll go talk later."

Michelle: " Okay then Ella. We'll see you around some other time."

Michelle and I had waved our hands goodbye to Ella before she disappeared. At that point Michelle pushed the exit button on Skype and put down her laptop.

Still in no mood to get bored at home, we decided to do some shopping at a mall in Ortigas. Michelle, being the more fashionably sensible lady, brought in a few blouses and pants while I shopped for other basic wear.

Michelle and I then stopped by a sports store to look for some new basketball shoes. She favored low-cut sneakers for its light weight and reduced pressure on the feet.

After purchasing a fresh pair, Michelle and I returned home with some new clothes on the bag. Luckily for me, Michelle was willing to shoulder the burden. 

She then warned that next the time we went shopping, it would my responsibility to pay everything.

"I'm prepared for all that," I exclaimed enthusiastically to Michelle just before disembarking from her car.

Christine, a 22-year-old college student, decides to open a blog and write a story about her tormented past.

As a young child, Christine was constantly abused and mocked by her classmates for her nearsightedness and portly complexion. To make matters worse, she was left to live with her aunt after her mother was assigned to work overseas and her father became too preoccupied in his work as a doctor.

This story is about a young woman's pursuit towards positivity and joy amid these turbulent times. For Christine, all she wants now is to face her fears and overcome them one by one.

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