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Pico grasped the edge of the car door. It was slightly ajar, so all he'd have to do is open it just enough for him to slide in and onto the driver's seat. He pushed the door agape.

CREEEAAAK

Pico cringed and hurriedly jumped in the vehicle. In the back seat was a baby car seat coated with blood. A small, pink bunny plush was sat neatly next to it.

To his delight, there was a rotting corpse in the passenger seat. He undid the seatbelt, grabbed under the body's shoulders, and hoisted it onto himself. The shiny, claret blood in the cadaver's thin hair scrubbed onto Pico's face.

Though the windshield was bloody and cracked, he could still make out the twelve or so biters staggering towards the car.  Pico sucked in his breath as one stopped at the window. Pebbles and leaves crunched under the feet of a biter. Its decaying hand pressed against the glass. 

It turned away and started back down the highway.

As soon as he was sure the hoard was long gone, Pico shoved the carcass off himself and clicked the door open. He shielded his eyes from the sun. It was a lot brighter than he remembered.

He groaned as he spotted a zombie in the far distance teeter down the road toward him. It was on a–

Wait...

Zombies can't ride bikes..?


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