A short story that takes place during a zombie apocalypse.
"There he was looking out at what was once a town filled with laughter and smiles, but now he could only see fear in the faces of the deceased and the coppery smell of blood that drenched his clothing. In the distance it only held the dim sight of broken windows and flesh. Flesh that he could no longer determine its source.
He has seen a lot of rough displays in his lifetime... but never of this magnitude."
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