He travelled through the shadows, trying to head to base. A long road he walked. He imagined cars driving by, like they used to. But it was quiet, almost deafening. He heard a growl, and flinched. He hadn't seen a zombie in months, and wasn't happy about it. Before he knew it, it was standing only a few meters away. He fled, not realising that his bag had danced off his shoulders. He hid next to a car, unseen, waiting for it to leave. Then he saw his bag. He groaned, why? He just had to wait.
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