In the quiet corner of a dark alley, my bones snap and reassemble, my skin puckers and mottles with blood, and the sclera of my eyes turns pale blue. It's time to hunt.
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ZombieHorde: Zombie Snacks
HorrorTwo sentence zombie stories, each of which should take no more than five seconds to read. The shortest of the short and most definitely snack-sized tales for the zombie in you! Original works of microfiction.
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In the quiet corner of a dark alley, my bones snap and reassemble, my skin puckers and mottles with blood, and the sclera of my eyes turns pale blue. It's time to hunt.