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<zombies, they are everywhere. I cannot outrun them and there is no place to hide. my head wound is pricking but there’s no time for whining. “get a hold of yourself” i say trying desperately not to lose control now.

the guns hold in my hand are useless,good just to slow them down… no match for an undead. how could kill an undead if he’s already dead?

all my dear people are dead and it’s up to me to stop all of them. it’s enough that I had to stab my mother until she died, to see her colorless zombie eyes twist, her bloody mouth trying to say something, to read the agonizing fear in her eyes when her body shifted.

Died….
In my head it became clear as the blue summer sky.

“you’re damned, motherfuckers!”
I rose my head up and ran to retrieve my father’s sword!

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