Rotting Hearts
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Last published Wed, Dec 24, 2014
"Shit!" It seemed as if they were multiplying by the second.
"Run!" Whoever yelled their voice was barely audible over the screaming and gunshots.
I couldn't leave them there. They're my family, they saved my life. I had to fight back. I stood and fired my gun at the walkers, the people who were taking our home. Tears were blurring my vision. Someone ran In my direction and I shot them.
The gunshots were dying down. There was no one in sight. There was only one thing left to do. Run.
So I ran.
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