Posted on May 3, 2009 at 1:00am
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Everything was dark, a sharp pain shot through his side with every fevered breath. He was laying at the base of a steep hill, he didn't know how long he had been out. The last thing that he remembered was that he was running down the steep trails away from a group of zombies that had ambushed his camp.
Peter Foree, took a second to regain his senses, the sharp pain of a broken rib was hammering at his side. Trying to get to his feet the familiar pain of a twisted ankle brought him…
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