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Do you think we will survive the zombies?  Said a Xero just out of ear shot from the one who this story is about. Zombies are only for movies.  He thought as the server filled up his mug he looked at his computerand sighed. Another late night in the cafe. The booth he sat in barely contain his tail. He sipped his coffee. the sweetsap milk and two sugars made him smile. At least the coffee was good. He relaxed a little. Pain then shot from the tip of his tail."Could y...

The sun poked through the blinds,  Spitz was having none of it. He pulled the blanket over his head. His alarm said good morning in it's normal song. He knocked the phone down with his paw. He was up all night making art, the paint was still on his paws. He crashed before he could wash them. He realized that when the alarm sounded a second time. So he got up and took a shower he scrubed the paint off. The phone sounded a third time. He rushed to get the phone to turn off the alarm. It was la...

Spitz was drawing. It was a good day to plan out some art. He thought. He had a big project to do and then was the time to start. He live in the city know as the Harbor. He was eating some nice snacks, nothing too fancy. He was mainly eating cookies, that he boughht from the market a week earlyer. They had some earth treat called chocolate. He thought he'd try them. He was enjoying them thus far until the his drink spilled over his plans. The stall keeper recomended to have some sort...

In the morning he woke up, grabed his tea and toast. He saw that he was out of Skymelon jam. "I'll have to head to the market."  He said as buttered his toast. He drank. The tea was too his liking the toast how ever was dry. He looked out the window and saw the bustling market below from his aparment high in the Harbor's Sixth bulding.  He sighed with content. At least it was his adress, a place to call home. He finished his breakfast. He smiled at the thought of geting more of the t...