The Zombies are Coming
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Last published Wed, Dec 23, 2015
Imagine living in a world where you are fighting for your life and witnessing things you never thought you would witness in your lifetime. Imagine a world where you have to survive and fight for your life while running away and watching your friends and family die one by one. Imagine a world where there might be a cure but no one knows how to find it. Imagine yourself being part of the zombie apocalypse. You only have the brains and the weapons to fight off these terrible zombies who if they find you won't stop till they get what they want. The big question is who will live, and who will die?
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