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The day I turned 16, my boyfriend-to-be died. I brought him back to life. Then things got a little weird…

Molly Bartolucci wants to blend in, date hottie Rick and keep her zombie-raising abilities on the down-low. Then the god Anubis chooses her to become a reaper—and she accidentally undoes the work of another reaper, Rath. Within days, she's shipped off to the Nekyia Academy, an elite boarding school that trains the best necromancers in the ...

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Overview

The day I turned 16, my boyfriend-to-be died. I brought him back to life. Then things got a little weird…

Molly Bartolucci wants to blend in, date hottie Rick and keep her zombie-raising abilities on the down-low. Then the god Anubis chooses her to become a reaper—and she accidentally undoes the work of another reaper, Rath. Within days, she's shipped off to the Nekyia Academy, an elite boarding school that trains the best necromancers in the world. And her personal reaping tutor? Rath.

Life at Nekyia has its pluses. Molly has her own personal ghoul, for one. Rick follows her there out of the blue, for another…except, there's something a little off about him. When students at the academy start to die and Rath disappears, Molly starts to wonder if anything is as it seems. Only one thing is certain—Molly's got an undeadly knack for finding trouble….

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780373210466
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 11/20/2012
  • Series: Reaper Diaries Series
  • Edition description: Original
  • Pages: 272
  • Sales rank: 458,633
  • Age range: 14 years
  • Product dimensions: 8.24 (w) x 5.32 (h) x 0.74 (d)

Meet the Author

Michele Vail writes young adult paranormal fiction about zombies and reapers. She likes reading, dogs, cats, board games, ghost-hunting shows, and Halloween. She believes in magic, in the impossible, and in the restorative powers of chocolate. Michele lives happily-ever-after with her Viking and their family. Please visit her on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/MicheleVailBooks or her website at MicheleVail.com.

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"This is the third time," groused Mrs. Woodbine. She slapped the arm onto the counter with a meaty thunk. I looked at the flabby, gray-skinned limb with its sausagelike fingers then at the jowl-faced woman who squinted at me through her bifocals. She wore a purple jogging suit that was too tight and amplified her chunky form. The top jacket was unzipped, revealing old-lady cleavage, which made me want to yark. Seriously. Wrinkled boobs were not pretty.

"Hello, Mrs. Woodbine," I said. Must. Resist. Sarcasm. "I see Mr. Woodbine has lost another limb."

Another Friday afternoon in hell, thank you. As usual, I'd come to work straight from school, which was only a couple blocks away on the other side of Warm Springs Road. Our house wasn't too far away, either. We lived in a typical Las Vegas house (think beige, Spanish tiles and zero-scaping) on Grimsby Avenue (ironic, right?), which was on the other side of Green Valley High School. I worked for my dad, every afternoon and on the weekends. I got paid, which was good. But I also had less of a social life than most girls my age. Try no social life.

Except for tomorrow. Finally, it was my sixteenth birthday, and I was having a big party. At least I hoped so. Lots of people had RSVP'd, including Rick Widdenstock. Even though he was just a sophomore like me, he was the quarterback for the Green Valley High School Gators. Did I mention Rick's hotness? We'd been flirting for the past couple of weeks; yesterday and today, he sat with me at lunch. Gena and Becks, my two best friends, had found other things to do, even though we always ate lunch together. That was why they were my best friends—because they knew when to bail. And they didn't even mind about all the zombie stuff. Most normal people were weirded out by my necro powers. Necros were all over the place, you know? But there were only a handful who attended my high school, and most of them were too dark and angsty for my taste. Plus, I didn't look good with kohl on my eyes and my nose was too cute to be pierced.

Mrs. Woodbine jerked on the leash she held in her free hand, which was attached to the neck of her husband, Mortimer. He shuffled to the counter, his empty gaze on the floor. Like most zombies, he looked gray and hollow-eyed. His clothes hung loosely on his thin frame. His gray hair stood up in stiff tufts and his skin was flaking. His lips were crusty; his teeth blackened. Had Mrs. Woodbine even bothered to skim the state-issued guide The Care and Feeding of Your Zombie? No wonder parts of her husband kept falling off. Sheesh!

We were required to give every new zombie owner the guide at the end of the four-hour course. Hmph. The Moron's Guide to Not Getting Eaten by Your Zombie might've suited Mrs. Woodbine better. Zombies required care. You had to comb their hair, cut their nails, oil their skin, brush their teeth and give them weather-appropriate clothing and shoes. Even though I was a ka heka (zombie maker) in training and I knew zombies weren't really people (sorry, but they're not), I still felt a lurch of pity for the thing that used to be Mortimer Woodbine.

"It's the same limb," Mrs. Woodbine said. "Frankly, I'm tired of having to bring him down here. Big Al's low, low prices certainly don't translate to quality work."

I bristled. My dad, Alfonso Bartolucci, was what you'd call larger-than-life (though that's not the description some people would use). He owned and operated Big Al's Zomporium, and despite the cheesy name and Mrs. Woodbine's opinion, we were a decent operation. My mom had been a ka heka, too. She'd walked out on us when I was ten. After she left, Dad hired a guy named Demetrius to be the Zomporium's ka heka, and he was teaching me and Ally. Demetrius was a cool dude. He was as black as coffee grounds, old as dirt and he still had a smear of a Jamaican accent. I liked him a lot.

But the zombie-abusing Mrs. Woodbine? Not so much.

"Hel-lo/" Mrs. Woodbine screeched, snapping her fingers in my face. I blinked, my thoughts skittering, and resisted the urge to slap her hand away.

"Teenagers today! I swear to God! You're all worthless." She huffed at me, turkey neck quivering, as she poked the arm. "Did you hear me? This is the third time his damn arm has fallen off."

It ka-illlled me, but I smiled. "Let me see what we can do for you."

"I want a discount," she said, her flat brown gaze flashing with triumph. "A big one. You're lucky I don't call the Zombie Safety and Inspection Service on this place!"

You're lucky I don't whap your big stupid mouth with Mortimer's arm. I slid the pathetic limb off the counter then picked up the phone. I buzzed the cell of my sister, Ally, who was supposed to be organizing the storage room but was probably making picket signs for Citizens for Zombie Rights. Ally and her friends had created the group last year after watching a Dateline expose on zombie abuse.

She's such a dork.

"What?" she spat.

Ally didn't care much about social graces, diplomacy or keeping her mouth shut. That was why I was manning the customer care center and she was stuck rearranging all the crap in storage. I didn't necessarily like everyone who walked through the doors, but I knew how to be polite. Most of the time.

Ally sighed in that dramatic, you're-making-my-brain-melt-with-your-stupidity way that always drove me nuts. I wanted to ride her about making idiotic protest signs instead of stacking toilet paper, but I didn't dare misbehave in front of a customer. Not even cranky, gnarly ol' Mrs. Woodbine. Nonna Gina had ears like a reaper and a rolling pin we called "lightning fury." Our grandmother was unafraid of whacking our butts with it. That was how she'd raised our dad, and he was still afraid of the rolling pin.

"Mrs. Woodbine has an issue with her zombie," I finally said. "Would you mind keeping her company while I take care of Mortimer?"

"That hag is back again?"

I smiled at the hag. "Yes. So, can you come up?"

"Gawd!" She snapped her phone shut.

A moment later she stomped out of the door situated behind the customer care desk. Her scowl zeroed in on Mrs. Woodbine. Ally was fourteen, tall and gangly, still flat-chested and had braces, too. She had the best hair—long, silky chestnut waves with auburn highlights, but did she care? No. She also liked to wear baggy clothes in blah colors. Even though I would never admit it to her (not ever), one day she'd be gorgeous. Y'know, after she lost the metalwork, got some boobs and developed some fashion sense.

"Mrs. Woodbine," she said. Her voice held a hint of accusation. "Would you like some tea while Molly takes Mortimer for repairs?"

The woman was caught between reacting to my sister's less-than-friendly tone and the seemingly polite question. Finally, Mrs. Woodbine nodded. "I would love some tea. Did your grandmother make any cookies?"

Sometimes I wondered if she broke Mortimer's arm on purpose so she could chow down on the almond biscotti Nonna baked fresh every day for customers. Luckily, my grandmother saved the buccellati-fig cookies for us.

Ally gestured toward the seating area and Mrs. Woodbine hurried toward the side table that held dispensers filled with three kinds of herbal tea and two large platters of Nonna's treats.

I rounded the desk, holding poor Mortimer's arm, and then grasped the hand of the arm still attached. It was like gripping crusted leather. I felt another surge of anger at Mrs. Woodbine's poor zombie management skills. "C'mon, z-man. Let's get you fixed up."

We entered the same door my sister had flown out of, and she sent me a glare, and hissed, "Hurry!"

"Do you want to take the zombie to Demetrius?" I asked.

Ally eyed Mortimer, and I got the distinct feeling she was imagining some kind ofjailbreak. Knowing her and her nutso friends, they probably had a plan for that kind of thing. "Never mind," I said. "I don't want to get grounded because you're planning zombie intervention."

"Whatevs. Just go already." She looked down her nose at me, and then she perched on the stool behind the customer care desk. Her glare tracked Mrs. Woodbine as the woman filled a plate with cookies.

I kinda hoped Ally would do something mean to Mrs. Woodbine, but even Ally had her limits on rudeness. Probably.

I took Mortimer down the hallway, which had one door on the left (employee bathroom), two on the right (supplies, storage) and one at the end (sahnetjar).

Sahnetjar was the ancient Egyptian name for the place where they made mummies and zombies. Necromancers still used the term today, probably because it sounded all fancy and mysterious.

As I led the zombie to the sahnetjar, I felt another pang of pity. I don't know why Mortimer hadn't put an Advance Zombification Directive into place. Lots of people had an AZD—and sometimes, their relatives would still try to zom-bify them. Dad read anyone the riot act who tried to circumvent an AZD—and sadly, a lot of people tried.

A memory pattered me like cold rain. I was in the lobby watching Ally color because I'd been directed to "Look after your sister." Seemed like I was always watching her, and I was always caught between feeling protective and resentful. Pretty much the way I felt about my sister now.

Dad and Mom were arguing about a customer.

"You shouldn't have done that, Cyn. You know how I feel about AZDs."

"But he offered a fortune/ And his wife's dead. Zombies don't have feelings, Al. She doesn't care."

"I do/ We honor the wishes of the dying. You give his money back and you de-animate Mrs. Lettinger."

"You're such an asshole, Al/"

I missed my Mom. I probably shouldn't, given that she basically gave us all the finger and took off. What kind of mother abandoned her family? When I was ten, I figured it was something I had done. Something I said or did. I cried and cried, and so did Ally. Dad did everything he could to make us feel better. And then Nonna left New York and came to live with us. Eventually, life got better.

Anyway.

I know my parents tried to keep their fighting away from us, but…yeah, that didn't exactly work out. I remember that things were always tense, especially right before Mom left. So, I don't really miss what Ally calls the Angry Times.

Still. The thing that I remembered most about my mom was that she was spontaneous. I think my dad would call it irresponsible, but he's a lot on the serious side. Being a single dad is hard on him. He worries. Mom didn't let stuff bother her. She laughed a lot. And she'd do silly stuff like break out into random dancing, or a game of chase around the house, or sometimes, after I'd gone to bed, she'd crawl under the covers and wrap her arms around me and sing softly.

I don't know why she left. Dad didn't exactly know, either, so what could he tell two grieving daughters who'd been abruptly, inexplicably, abandoned?

Well, you know. Not that Dad doesn't crack a smile, or anything, he totally does. It's just different, I guess. Dad raised me and Ally—well, he and Nonna did. It was a good life, maybe a little stifling with all the rules about curfew, homework, job and boys. Still. Dad taught me to whisper my prayers to the dead every night, whether they were zombies or not. Some souls choose to move into the next plane of existence, but some don't, you know. Souls can get trapped in this world. If you die, and you don't move on, then your soul remains bound to this plane and your spirit can be…er, acquired.

Yeah. You can be attached to a SEER machine, which FYI, is way worse than being a zombie. Zombies are just animated corpses. We need only one teeny tiny part of the soul, the ka, to make that happen. A soul doesn't need the ka. It's like a spleen, or an appendix, or wisdom teeth. But if you're attached to a SEER machine, then your spirit energy belongs eternally to whoever owns it. And if you think people are mean to zombies, you should see some of the stuff spirit slaves have to do. The worst part is that they're sentient energy. They know what's being asked of them, and they have to do it. At least zombies don't know when someone is demeaning them. Spirits have about the same kind of rights as zombies—as in, none. Courts keep ruling that death negates the civil rights of the previously alive. That goes for spirits and for corpses.

Any jerk can have a SEER machine and spirit slaves. But there's something worse than being stuck to a SEER. You could end up a soul shadow. I totally read about this on the internet. A sheut heka can trap the soul, peel off the sheut and. Ew, I know, right? A sheut is the darkest, most awful part of you, sliced away from morals, conscience and empathy. So you're like zero-calorie evil, you know? That's why it's illegal. I don't know why there are laws and junk about it nowadays, because as far as I know, there aren't sheut hekas around. There haven't been for, like, centuries. I've never seen a sheut, but Dem says some exist. Leftovers from way back when there were sheut hekas all over the place. And he says that sheuts can only manifest in the darkness. Shadows need shadows, Molly. Dark needs dark.

Sometimes, Dem is weird.

Anyway…like I said, a lot of people opted for an AZD and chose cremation. Signing a piece of paper saying you didn't want your corpse zombified didn't mean thieves wouldn't steal your freshly buried body. Black-market zombification was big business. Bodies were stolen, shipped off to crappy zombie-making factories and then sold to people who did not read literature regarding the humane care of the walking dead.

Zombies didn't have souls. Okay, most zombies didn't have souls. Every so often during a transition, a deadling would wake up with its memories, personality and humanity intact. Probably because the ka heka messed up and put the whole soul back in, or something. Only, a dead body is still a dead body, you know what I mean? Yeah. Gives me the shivers, too. Even though necromancy has been around since forever, it was really the ancient Egyptians who figured out how to separate the soul into the ib, sheut, ren, ba and ka. To make a zombie, you kept the ka inside the body and released the other parts to the afterlife. Only the ka was needed for reanimation. It's kinda complicated.

Zombies work mundane jobs and understand simple commands; they don't need to sleep or to eat, either. Okay. They don't need to eat, but they love sticking things down their craw. They have unceasing hunger even though they don't require food. Part of raising the dead includes creating an appetite suppressant. That costs extra, and you gotta reenergize the magic annually, which is why some people chose zombie supplements instead of necro-incantations.

Not feeding a zombie isn't like not feeding your cat. He. Will. Eat. You. And your cat. People who forget to pick up a case of Ghoul-AID sometimes don't live to regret it. Capisce?

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  • Posted January 16, 2013

    Undeadly has a lot going on. It¿s a book of discovery¿Molly, a

    Undeadly has a lot going on.

    It’s a book of discovery—Molly, a girl who believes she’s nothing more than a necromancer, which, you should know, is totally common place in the near-to-present-reality setting of this book—turns out to be a very special kind of reaper, chosen by Anubis, the Egyptian god of the afterlife himself, who is a god that teens learn about in school since the world they live in is rife with zombies, ghosts, and ghouls.

    But that’s not all—Molly meets another reaper, Rath, during a very bizarre situation, learns about her mother’s background, meets some long-lost relatives, enrolls in fancy boarding school, is inducted into a high-fallutin’ secret society, has visions, fights some crime, and starts training to be a kick-ass reaper.

    All in less than 300 pages.

    To say the pace of this book is brisk is an understatement.

    And though it’s a crowded plot, the book is fun. Molly reminds me of Evie from Kiersten White’s Paranormalcy series: she’s perky and yearns to be nothing more than a typical teenage girl. But she accepts her fate with resolve and goes for it with everything she has.

    However, this book was a little shallow for me—I wanted Vail to dig deeper into some of the emotional scenes, because, seriously, Molly has A LOT going on in this book. There were some things that I think Vail could have taken a little more time with—and a couple plot points that could have perhaps not been introduced in the first book at all—that would have allowed for Molly to grow a little more as a character than she did.

    Overall, Undeadly is a fun read that mixes Egyptian mythology, necromancy, boarding schools, ghosts, and hot reaper dudes. It’s perfect for a night that you don’t want to go out, but also don’t want to read anything heavy. It will keep you entertained throughout and serve as good company while you’re snuggled up on the couch.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 3, 2013

    So this was the first book I've read with zombies, necro, Egypt,

    So this was the first book I've read with zombies, necro, Egypt, reaper all mixed in it, and well it was pretty darn good. Concidering I don't like zombies, like my husband does. I do love Eygpt and that makes it cool. We have Molly a necro gifted girl in zombie making training. Yup a normal thing out in her world. She and her sister work at zombie imporium, a family run business. So far her day is normal, but then she gets biten by a zombie, gets a ride home from a cute guy who wants to be her new boyfriend, oh and has a dream with Anubis in it. You think it's okay, but Ally explains that people who are visited by the God on their 16th birthday are meant for something great. Molly is now 16 and it's time for her birthday party. All goes well until Rick and group of uninvited girls. The head girl is mad that Rick likes Molly, and so throws punch on her. Once that mess is cleaned up and Molly now longer punched covered, a whole new problem comes up. Rick has just died...well sort of but I won't say about that. The following day Molly gets a huge surprise. Her grandparents from her mom's sides show up and they want to take her away. They went and found out what her destiny is and want to take her to this big fancy school that will help with her destiny. Oh and Al isn't her real dad, but he took her as his own. The last chapter tells who the real dad is, and it's a big surprise! Now at this new school, Molly is still taking everything in. She got a fancy new wardrobe, a room that takes up nearly the entire floor, and her own personal ghoul. Oh yeah, she finds out that she is the heir of her family, plus she does make a group of friends in one day. Since she is special she gets to join a society, without having to apply for it, not that she even wants to be in it. She sorta HAS to just because she is a legacy. Sometimes being a legacy isn't all its made to be. At the end of the first wee she and the society take a trip to Vegas in order to find a soul eater, which turns out slightly dangerous. She sorta gets forced to steal a soul, locked up and then rescued seconds later. At this point she finds out Set is behind things and is only getting closer to being free. (Set arch rival of Anubis.) One of the captors gets killed and turned into a ghost. Molly follows him to a hidden room. He reveals where other stolen souls are, and then she gets rid of the guy and frees the trapped souls. Once that has been dealt with, Anubis shows up and takes Molly to her home, where she can spend some time with them. Soon she is taken to Rick, she had Henry save him. You'll figure out what he did as you near the end. To help him she must save his soul, by having his soul weighed. But first it must be made whole, then if worthy the soul will be free and move on to the next world. Now she must head back and continue to prepare for her destiny.  This book was really good, and I was able to finish it fast. It's a quick read but full of detail and a kick-but story. I did like the style of the book, with the designs at each chapter and some cool quotes, but that's just me. I like those random things. Overall this book was super awesome, and I need the next book.

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  • Posted July 16, 2014

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    Had Potential, But Fell Short

    This book has been sitting on my TBR list since its release way back in 2012. It was one of those books I wanted to read if I got the chance. Well, I finally got the chance.

    My feeling on this book are a bit mixed. I really liked some aspects of it, but others, not so much. I read this book in one sitting, but there were times when I wanted to put it down. However, I knew if I put this book down, I most likely wouldn’t be picking it up. I was hoping this book would be similar to the Mythos Academy book series or the Covenant series, but it was a bit different than that. I think I might have just been expecting more from this book than it was able to deliver.

    I’ll start with what I did like. I really liked the main character, Molly. Michele Vail did a fantastic job writing a character who jumps off the page. Molly voice was one I really liked; she actually sounded like a 16 year old girl. Through her entries in her reaper diaries, you really got to see that Molly was sarcastic and sassy, but also tough and caring. Molly loves her family, despite what she finds out about herself. I was glad that the story was told from Molly’s point of view because she had enough attitude to carry the story. If she wasn’t so strong of a character, I probably would have put this book down and not looked back.

    I really loved the idea of this book. Greek gods and goddesses have been the focus of a lot of retelling recently. It was refreshing to have book focused on the Egypt gods. Personally, I love Egyptian mythology, and was glad to see this book had a focus on Anubis. It is also a zombie book, but not in the way you would expect. Zombies are common place in this world, and they don't want to eat your brains. Ghosts and spirits also are abound in this book. But with the focus on Anubis, God of the Afterlife, that is almost to be expected.

    However, there were also things I didn’t like. I felt like most of the secondary characters, with the exception of Molly’s family, were very bland. They lacked depth and were forgettable. I can’t even remember the names of her friends at Nekyia; they ended up blending into the background. And then there is Rick and Rath. I found nothing interesting in either of them. I know that Rath is supposed to be the hot reaper tutor, but I felt like I knew nothing about him. He was just there to serve as love interest. The romance was stale and felt not existent, both with Rick and Rath. Molly’s feelings for Rath came out of no where, and that annoyed me. I really wished that the secondary characters had more substance to them.

    The pacing of this book was a bit off. I was interested in the plot, but things would happen too fast and without a lot of explanation. I would have to accept some plot points without really understanding them. Other parts of the novel dragged, or just didn’t fit with what previously happened. It was a struggle to continue reading when the pacing was all over the place.

    While Undeadly did not meet my expectations, I enjoyed most of it. Molly was a great character who was able to make me laugh and sympathize with her. I definitely want to see what happens next, especially with an ending that is a cliffhanger. The concept of this book was very intriguing, but failed to deliver at sometimes. Despite the issues I had, I do plan on continuing this series to see where Michele Vail takes us.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 4, 2014

    Prims bio

    Im 13
    Looks: brown hair...brown eyes...grey tshirt and jeans
    My heart is broken...but its taped up a lil...
    Fave song: big city dreams (NeverShoutNever)
    Fave color: blood red
    Fave person: Finn the Human (lol)
    Fave 2song: Midnight memories

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 4, 2014

    Jordan's bio

    AGE: 24 <br>
    WEIGHT: 131 lbs. <br>
    HEIGHT: 5ft. 11in. <br>
    PERSONALITY: Dangerous, creative, content, rebellious <br>
    APPEARANCE: Brownish-black hair (short around the sides and made into a fauxhawk on top), green eyes, usually has some sort of injury, scars. <br>
    Clothing: black combat boots, black jeans, black leather vest, Gothic Cross dogtags, gun belts around his waist and over his left shoulder, hip holsters <br>
    WEAPONS: Machete (gun belt, back), twin sawed-off 20-gauge shotguns (hip holsters), LeMat revolver (gun belt, waist), ammo (gun belt, chest) <br>
    SKILLS: Splicing wire, lockpicking, pickpocketing, hotwiring, weapon creation, engineering, detonation <br>
    VEHICLE: Harley-Davidson chopper

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 5, 2014

    Madies bio

    Hi im madieanna i prefer madie. I love to skateboard and fight. Ive done cheer even though i hate girly girls. I dont wear dresses and if i do i dont wear them with heels. I hate putting my hair up to make it look "se xy" to me i find that "sl utty". I have light brown long wavy hair with some highlights, hazel eyes out of all my siblings, cheek bones, no dimples :(, im skinny but i dont have curves like most of my sisters. Im the second to younget sister. The oldest i have is Victoria then her twin Vanessa then me and then the youngest, Valentina. I love my younger sister more than anything. I have two older brothers, Carter and Nick. Im single ;) and also, i hate badboys.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 2, 2014

    sammis bio &hearts

    Name. Sammi * looks. Dark bolnd hair down to her shoulder , blue eyes , skinny , short , usally wears light blue skinny jeans and a tank top and vans * peres. Funny, crazy , serious , insane * crush. Several but yeah im single * wepons. Bb guns a pistol and knives

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 4, 2014

    Ashton complete bio

    Age 15. Hair blond with black streacks in it. Looks wears shorts and a blue under armour sweatshirt. Personality is funny nice and loyal. He wears basketball shoes. His hobbies are killing walkers and having fun. Crush none. Weapons are a crossbow and two tomahawks. Team. Noahs. Family he has a brother named will and a sister named katy.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 1, 2014

    Mariah's Bio

    Name: Mariah Geller Age: 17 years old Race: White Height: 5'6" Weight: 120 pounds Eye Color: Light hazel Hair Color: Dirty blonde. Other: Hair reaches my middle back, it's wavy and long. I wear glasses, ray bans. I have my nose peirced and my ears as well. I'm tan and lean. I usually wear skinny jeans, converse, beanies, and crop tops/ tank tops. I don't have much of a family history considering i can't remember half of it. I am sweet, loyal, and carrying. Needs training though. Team: Noah Friends: Noah, Kenneth, and Zach. Anything else, ask. Deuces....

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 1, 2014

    Zach

    name: zachary quiskstaf, prefers zach. Age:18 rank:team technition, wepons builder. Working on cure. Titaniun arm replaces the one he cut off to stop the infection. Small amount entered bloodstream but is held back by test cures he makes. Wepon specalty: mg-42 dragonov(a russian sniper rifle.) and bow and arrows wears his military uniform. Never takes off his dogtags unless necisary. Team:noa friends:noah kenneth mariahect. Enimies: pat and hood.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 4, 2014

    Pats bio UPDATE

    Team:fireflies captain
    Looks:blue eyes, blackish blondish hair,tan,and no scars
    Personality:nice,helpful(unless mad),drinker,etc
    Weapons:nail gun, sawed off shotgun,magnum,etc
    House:has large masion in georgia heavily fortified with a wall claymors in the woods and other traps and with turrets on the wall and balcony.
    More:my favorite place is Georgia with the spanish moss and savanna. I hate kenny noah. I love running and fighting and paige. I own a tank and humvee.

    Need more ask.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 1, 2014

    Hoods bio

    Name hood team pat weapons bow and arrow two pistols and one m-16 rifle semi automatic

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 1, 2014

    Necromorph

    Age:35weapons are his claws and teeth he is a necromorph wich is a zombie/mutant thingy.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 17, 2014

    Noah founder

    Age:14
    Weapons: whatever i can scavenge and my black 67chevy impala
    History:to bad a.ss to describe

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 31, 2014

    Katniss bio

    Age: 15 weapons: gun, khife, bow and arrow, sword, can do gymnastics. Appearances: has brown hair, and brown eyes, can sing, and shes smart. Her history: she saw her family get eatting my zombies. But now shes the only one left to defeat her goal. Her safehouse: res 8. Anymore you want to know ask;

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 2, 2014

    Kenneth bio

    Age;15 weapons;tomahawks 2 shotguns sub-machine gun combat knife pistol hidden in my shoe Team;Noah Height;5'8 Weight;175

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 1, 2014

    Savannahs updated bio

    Name savannah ann kayla issabella Palmer sort of related to kiki palmer. Looks dreamy brown eyes and brown black hair alsways in a ponytail. Wears super skinny jeans converse tanktop with croptop over and a slapback always. Likes to sing dance kill listen to music cook talk to noah. History i was walking home from school came in and saw my bros and parents shot. Military note left saying your next. Killed the military officer who killed them. Friends noah kenneth the girl zach and z. Team noah duh. Body type slim with muscles 5'4 grew two inches.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 31, 2014

    Charlotte

    NAME: Charlotte Nevada Raleigh. Call her Chevy. AGE: 21. APPEARENCE: Tall with a slim build, long limbed. She has greasy, curly auburn hair and bright hazel eyes. HISTORY: She was a close friend of Michonne's, and stayed with her at the refugee camp, where she travelled to Woodbury soon after. Chevy left in the middle of the night, however, and went to search for another group when she found out how corrupt the Governer was.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 31, 2014

    Hadlee

    16 year old girl, has been on her own since the outbreak. Her weapons are hatchets, axes, and guns. She can't really handle anything else. Had a family, but she saw them walking on the street with the other dead.

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