Prologue

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Albert walked through the diners doors, club in hand. "Help!" Screamed Natalie. "Coming!!!" Albert yelled as he ran to the back door. Once he got there it was to late.
Natalie was curled up to the corner of the wall smashing and cutting up zombies with her knife. The poor 14 old slashed and hacked desperately. That's when he heard the cruncher standing right behind him.......
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Sorry for the stupid beginning, its kinda like in the future of the book so ya, vote, comment, share, and follow! Thanks bye!

-JettSwanson

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