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We walk past an empty campground. My body is aching.From running. And from walking.All I want is to drink my water but we don't know when we'll see more. I close my eyes and think of what I know Is true. My name is Hayden Black. I'm 16. My family is dead. I had a mom and a dad. I also had a ten year old brother, James. Most of all the humans that are left have gone mad. Zombies have taken over what has been America.I still live in Texas. All I have left is my best friend Myron. I stumble on the train track and fall to my knees distracting me from my thoughts. I feel Myron's hand on my back.
"Hold in there Hayden we'll be there soon." He says while helping me to my feet.
"To where exactly?" I say while pulling out my hair tie to redo my ponytail.
"Somewhere safe, I swear." He says while our eyes lock. But I don't believe him no one is safe here or ever will be.

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