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Don't Copy

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less to learn of this disgusting situation that words should not describe. I felt something that I had never felt before. As the being started to stand up I took my gun from my pocket and shot it straight in the head. The women knew what I had done and looked up into my eyes. It went very quite in the room and she slowly buried her face into me again. I led her out of the room and into the streets whilst I tightly held onto her hand and made sure she didn't look back. I recognised my family in the distance. I tolled the woman that I knew them and they would help us so I grabbed her hand and started to walk but she didn't move. The woman didn't seem to care about what I had said. She was too disturbed to do anything. It was like nothing mattered anymore. She was completely alone and almost destroyed by her past. I took her other hand as well and reassured her she would be all right. She started to come but as we got nearer I could see distinct red lesions all over their bodies. They had what everybody else had. I stood with the woman, holding her hand as I tried to survey the surroundings. "What the hell has been going on here" I said to myself. My sanity was starting to cave in just as I saw a young man, about twenty-two who appeared to be an ally. He came running over to me shouting "Are you ok?" We hid in one of the broken down buildings in this recently destroyed town for a short while to discuss what we would do to get out of this hellhole unharmed. We were agreeing to steal a car and drive it into a shop to steal food and drink, when a zombie burst through the door with furious outrage with a mutilated, decaying and bleeding body. This disorganised creature was so disgusting; you couldn't recognise the human in him. The woman started to scream and we all swiftly moved towards the rubble left from part of the roof falling in. I started to throw bricks at it with the man and we threw as ...

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