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Dien circled the building. She spotted a group of zombies in which see called "incoming " and Fired but one of the walkers stud out to Dien it looked like the zombie not longed turned, his hair was still in place, but falling apart, black silky hair, hairless Fox ears? That wasn't what stood out to dien it's was the appearance. It looked like a friend of hers. Jake? That iconic black top now full of rips , sines of a struggle. She froze, she wouldn't fire, she couldn't fire.

A scream punched her back to reality before a burst of gun fire made her retreat .

Jordan lay on the ground, heavily breathing, blood covered his leg as a rotten Corps lay flat on top of him.

Jordan had been bitten, detracted and attacked. Choras empty eyes shown emotion, pain. The boy she trusted with her life is dying right in front of her. Understanding what needed to be done, end him, they looted the store for meds but most where unusual, taken or scattered over the infected floor. The next shop was a hour away but there is a chance they won't make it, determined chora picked Jordan up and ran into the hord, her friends quickly reacted and shot the hord.

Jordan was well taller then chora;  a rush of adrenaline shot her to the car and quickly started as the group quickly followed hopping in the back before speeding off down the rode, she was worried about the loss of blood more then the bite.



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Devil out-

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