
Running. That’s all I ever do anymore. Run. Always being chased. Always just trying to survive. I don’t know where to go anymore. Not like I ever did either. Zombies. Undead parasites, roaming everywhere, blood dripping down their rotting chests, searching for their next meal. I don’t know how this began but now I’m stuck in this post-apocalyptic world and I’m broken…I just made it out of the cit…
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