#peyton charles

Tainted and Toxic- Introduction

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I used to have different ideas for my future. A life brimming with possibilities and hope. As an artist, I saw a side of the world my twin sister did not. I saw the color and sound and personality of the world, how it blends to form different views for every individual soul that walks along the green surface. My sister saw the pain, the trauma, the blood and gore and death. As a surgical resident, that was the path she chose. Rarely do the two of us end up on the same course headed for the same destination. and I hated it. Liv hated it.

So in an attempt to bridge the gap that our lives had built for us, Liv invited me to attend a boat party. Something neither of them frequently enjoyed, given the level of intoxication and stupidity most parties seemed to be filled with in recent years. And it was fun, sure... for the first hour. Then, well then everything went down hill. In the worst way possible.

The living dead attacked, hungry for the kind of meal that required a relinquishing of my own life. While I managed to escape with... limited consequences... my sister did not. Finding your sister wrapped tight in a yellow body bag is traumatic enough, your sister sitting upright gasping for air with a new complexation is a whole other scale.

With our survival at Lake Washington came secrets, lies, and a world of ifs, maybes, and one days. If we hadn't gone what might have become of us. Maybe if we'd jumped over board sooner, life wouldn't have jumped from ordinary to horror movie. One day, a cure had to be found so life could continue on. But all those were, were terrified musings of twins who had lived and seen more than they should have that day.