Chapter Three: The Clones

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Then voice told me its whole story. After he was done, I heard growling at the end of the bed. I looked there, and what I saw shocked me. I saw the exact same copy of my dog, except that it was a zombie. 

                  Shakily, I lifted up my pistol. He barked. I knew what that meant. He was signaling the others. Quickly, I shot him. Before the other clones could burst into my room, I was already in my safe place; my secret department. 

From now on we'll call my safe place SP for safe place.

           Right when I closed my trapdoor to my SP, the dogs burst into my room. I could hear the pounding feet of hundreds of dogs over my SP's door. 

              While the dogs were finishing off the dead body of my dog, plus the teeny human, I went into the safest place in my SP, my safe closet.                                                                                                           

I locked myself in the closet. 

      After the fiasco, the dogs stayed for two months. Right when I was about to go out, my room door burst open again. Two men had entered. One yelled,"FBI! COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP!" I knew they were not the FBI by the sound of their voice. 

One of them felt my SP trapdoor handle under the carpet.

 He called for his buddy, but got no answer. "Where is that lame excuse of a person now?" I heard him say. 

I didn't make a sound. 

The man was climbing down the ladder of my SP. When he saw the inside, he scoffed. "Whoever owns this place is a turd! What a messy person! I'll teach him." He was just about to mess everything up when someone else entered. 

From all the shrieking and yelling I heard, someone was kill the other person. I got my kaleidoscope and looked out. 

What I saw what breathtaking. 

There was a zombie, lifting up the so-called FBI agent, and shredding him on the wall. It took the zombie six full weeks to finish grinding the poor person. 

After a second, the yelling stopped. I looked through my kaleidoscope, but it was all black. I looked out of the closets peephole, then what I saw terrified me. The zombies full eyeball was looking through the other side of the peephole. 

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