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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 city today. Passing by the surrounding neighborhoods, I came across a house in the suburbs with a… Continue

I'm going to die. Everyone is going to die sooner or later. Most already have. I have come to terms with it though. About six months ago or so the dead have risen and I've been evading them since. They came from nowhere and soon were everywhere. When the dead walked the Earth the world desended into chaos. I remember people scrambling around in a blind panic, fighting to stay alive while bloody, decomposing corpses shuffled after them. The memories haunt me. When I started off I was with my… Continue