"It's tough growing up in Zombieland"

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I watched as two zombies were chasing a curly haired teenager

.I slunked in the shadows watching and if he needed help it was tough luck for him.

Yet I still found myself going closer towards the unfolding scene.I was just about to go when he had already gotten away from them.

I saw a rustling in the back and I knew instantly that a zombie was back there.

Farewelll, I tought to the curly haired guy.

I turned around to leave when I heard the glass breaking I spun around fastly just in time to see the car crash into a store.

I almost raced out I didn't want him to die but this was showing weakness.

And, I couldn't afford to show any emotion to a mere stranger.

I ran towards my old principla's porsche and opened it as quietly as I could.

 I tossed my gun into my seat.

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