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Caroline - Story 3, SummarySummary of Chapter 3 and onward.
Dahnnae, Bech, and Campren leave to go to the library, but quickly change direction when Campren realizes that Caroline is in danger. Along the way, they're stopped by a large group of Scarecrows, which Dahnnae disposes of using an explosion. They find Caroline hiding in the dance studio. The four are soon surrounded by Scarecrows (who came to investigate the explosion), but they escape by driving Caroline's car through the undead mob.
Upon arriving at the library, Campren meets up with Geoffrey, Daniel, Knives, Jack, Jen, and several other protagonists. They all came to Campren's story in order to escape t
Caroline - Story 3, Chapter 2 In his dream that night, Campren found himself walking down the aisle of the Surrell Street Baptist Church yet again. The wedding guests were all loved ones of his that had passed away, and the priest was the man who had stolen the love of his life from him. Campren had experienced this same dream many, many times the past, but something was different this time: the woman at the altar wasn't Caroline. To Campren's immense shock, he saw that she was much taller and had jet black hair. Her lacey wedding veil obscured her face, but it was still quite obvious that this woman was not his betrothed.
Caroline - Story 3, Chapter 1 Dirt on his face.
Grass in his mouth.
Bugs in his teeth.
Campren's body lay prostrate on the ground. There was an odd feeling of familiarity in this scene, and it wasn't merely due to the above. Something about the air around him was ringing a rusty old bell in the cathedral of his brain. Even though he had no idea where he was or why he was facedown in moist soil, Campren felt strangely at ease. However, his feeling tranquility was soon interrupted by a vigorous shake to his shoulder.
The TypewriterThe Typewriter
It began and ended with a word.
Not a particularly strong or powerful word, but a word that changed everything. It wasn't too long or difficult to spell. It wasn't uncommon either. In fact, it was a perfectly ordinary word, but, I suppose, its commonplace origin is what made it so special.
I loved that word.
But the word doesn't mean much without the story along with it and I was always one for telling good stories.
I ignored the call from the other room and remained seated. That tone wasn't unfamiliar. Taking a bite from my toast, I waited for him to call again. It wouldn't be more than ten—
"Sammy! Come q
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