Everyone was up and ready the next morning. The boys in shorts and a simple t-shirt, the girls with camisoles and skirts. I wore a pair of jean shorts and a red tank top. Shadow commented on how I looked beautiful, those might be the last words he ever said to me. I smiled weakly, and sighed. Today was like doomsday or Armageddon or whatever end-of-the-world name you want to call it. It should've been named "Zoe is Dead Day." Everyone wasn't dressed in a gothic black color to make it seem gloomy. My friends wore their regular clothes, as if it was a normal get-together. We ventured into the...