Silence the Attackers.

January 1st, 2056. The day humanity changed forever.

Meet the Uninfected. They're the select few who were immune to the attacks, or just got off scot-free. They're part of a program called Safening, which is being conducted to see how well a couple of gifted kids can manage to stop the worldwide spread of attacks. It's a whirlwind, all right, and the fate of the entire world lies on the shoulders of these kids.

Think you have what it takes to be Uninfected?

Here come the zombies. Run while you still can.

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Character desired: Fletcher Whitetip (Liam Payne fc)
I’ll be super active :)

Notes: I wanted to cry with your sample! Amazing application. :)

Name: Addie
Age: 16

Fletcher had been quietly studying in the library when she came up and sat with him. Mackenzie, the most popular girl in school, walked over, set her books down at his table, and asked him about the Crimean war. It had been a week since then, and she had continued to study with him, asking him questions and laughing at his jokes. She’d even defended him against some of the school bullies. The other boys still teased him, but less ferociously, and never when Mackenzie or any of her friends were in earshot.

Then, he’d gone and ruined everything.

Fletcher had gone to get a book at the far end of the library, and she’d followed him. He hadn’t noticed - that is, until he turned around and walked straight into her. He’d apologized, but she’d cut him off with a kiss. He went lightheaded as he kissed her back, kissed the girl of his dreams. When she pulled back and smiled at him, he thought his heart would burst right out of his chest. But then, he watched as her smile melted and was replaced with pure horror. He watched as she screamed and ran away.

The next day, all the kids could talk about was Fletcher Whitetip and his freakish disappearing act, how Mackenzie had opened her eyes and seen nothing but a floating shirt and trousers where a boy had been. The girl herself refused to look at him, and her friends shot him death glares. And Fletcher simply found himself disappearing more and more often, as he remembered the happiness he could have known.