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P.O.V. Penny It had become a silent night. I stood on a hill, the wind billowing in my face, and shut my eyes. I let the scent of the city wash over me. The tang of metal, the acrid stench of tar and garbage and of course, the choking decay smell from the infected flesh that lumbered endless rows of streets. Yet at night, I felt more powerful than any horde or evil creature lurking down there. I could never sleep when the skies were dark, too energized from the shadows and eerie, whispering wind. I clenched my fist, tilting my head up, my hair being swept off of my shoulders to tangle and whip behind me. Opening my eyes again, I stared down

Matt P.O.V. There are some things in life that you can never let go of, not really. Whether it's memories, humans, or things, we all have something holding us together as best it can. Some people call it our mortal link; the thing that keeps us tied to our morals and sanity. Others rumor it to be our soul and the thing that makes us who we are. But some who think themselves wise and powerful, call it weakness. Mine is a girl. I first saw her in a street, littered with corpses that twitched if you got too close, a heavy flow of blood cascading down her shoulder and spilling to the ground rapidly. Ebbing life amongst the dead. Besides myself,