Zombies

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As I walked down the seemingly endless corridor, my kerosene lamp flickering dangerously close to my hand, I heard a long, low, moan. Slowly, as if in a dream, I turned to see a figure hidden in darkness as thick as the cloak around my shoulders. 'No, it can't be,' I thought to myself as the figure stumbled closer. "Captain!" I said aloud. "You're supposed to be-" My words were cut short as the corpse of Captain Everly flung itself at me and buried its teeth in my neck.

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