Chapter 11

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I can't think. My vision is blurring, my hearing is fading and all I can do is look up. Look up at the sky, see my friends faces. They try to help me but I am too far gone to be saved. I hear the faint groans and know that we have been overwhelmed. I watch as my friends get torn apart by zombies and watch as a zombie comes to me and tears me apart. I am too far gone to be saved. Maybe this life will be better. I will be free of zombies, of death and hatred. A tear rolls down my face as I can no longer hear, feel or see. Too far gone to be saved.

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