Chapter 3

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I wake up sticky. I groan and go to find another pair of pants. Luckily, I find a pair in the master bedroom. They're just a little dusty, but otherwise they're fine.

I start gathering my stuff. I need to find people, or at least I need to get away from the zombie girl. I am not some creep who screws dead people. Even if I were, she could really hurt me.
These thoughts are disgusting.

I decide to leave at night. It may not seem like the best option in a zombie apocalypse, but it is for me. I go through the house again, to find anymore supplies. Honestly, though, I'm just bored.

I go upstairs to a room that must have belonged to a teenaged girl. The room is covered in dust. It must have been beautiful before all hell broke loose. I pick up a picture frame. Most pictures in this house are damaged beyond repair, but this one isn't. I dust it off to find the zombie girl and a few of her friends. She's dressed so that plenty of her cleavage is showing.

I find myself erect again, and look out the window. It's almost sundown. I run to get all my stuff and prepare to leave.

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