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I don't know how much longer this barricade will last.



I can hear the moans and the cries of hunger from the undead predators outside. In the distance a car alarm is echoing, unnattended by the owner who no doubt has long since joined the hellish legion or temporarily filled their infinite stomachs.



I hate this house, now more of a prison for my own survival than the happy, messy home that it once was. My housemates all lost but one, Phil, who sleeps before it's his turn… Continue