immune
Blanca Verome
language
(, Aug. 30, 2013)
I am immune. Being immune is more of a curse than a blessing. When my mother died in my arms, I was still glad to be alive. When my best friend and her boyfriend convulsed on my living room floor, their parents already gone, I could still scrape up a little enthusiasm for not being there on the floor with them.But now? Now Iām alone. And I wish Iād died with the rest of them. Book 1 of The Immune series. This is a short story, not a full length novel.