Intro:

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It's just me and my little brother now.

We were forced to escape when we were home alone, with our parents at work. I like to think they are still alive, living like us. And maybe we will run into each other again. But I can't think of that now, I need to keep us alive.

We have managed to stay away from the living dead because we stayed out in the country, but every now and then we have to make a few kills.

Sometimes I think about how this might all be a dream. Just a little nightmare. Because who would have thought the dead would come back and want to tear the flesh off of our bones?

Not me. Not anyone. Not ever.

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