Jun 13, 2009 18:59
The world seemed to spin around me. Everything was moving fast and slow at the same time. I felt as though someone had drugged me, because this didn't seem real. But there it was, in front of my own eyes, a man getting eaten by a zombie.
I looked around my apartment, only to realize that I have nothing but shurikens and a whip to defend myself. I don't even have a baseball bat! Scanning my place for other blunt objects, I realize that I'm not in a very safe place here. Too many windows and doors for one person to watch. But where else could I go? Where else would I be safe?
As I'm pacing around my apartment, contemplating my next move, I spot the zombie across the street, looking up from his last meal - and looking at me.
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