The Lone survivor

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Running.

Growling noises.

A distinct cry for brains.

They are all after me...

set to kill.

I make a break through the suburbs, trying to lose the tsunami of undead flesh and guts behind me. One of them grabs my foot. I trip, but I manage to break into a roll and keep the momentum.

'All that military training is finally paying off...' I think in relief. I manage to reach the outskirts, which give way to a dense forest. I break through the barrier separating civilization, or what used to be, from the wilds, weaving through the trees and bushes with agility that even makes ninjas green with envy.

Eventually... The collective groaning fades away.

"Finally..."

I collapse next to a tree, displacing more air than a pump ever could. The adrenaline begins to fade. I take a few moments to cherish my newfound freedom.

...one to many.

ROAR.

Chomp.

"AGH, YOU LITTLE SHIT!!" I shout, swinging the zombie off of me and effectively curbstomping it without the curb. Its brains fly out from every direction possible.

I take my spot at the tree once more, concerned about the newly afflicted wound. I take a good look at it.

It's pretty deep.

'...Fuck... I'm gonna turn...

'I'm sorry, Larry... my legacy ends here...'

The virus hits my brain, then there's nothing but white.

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