Mark aimed at the zombie attacking our friend. The creature's head was in the sights, he stared to pull the trigger, until I stopped him.
"Stop..." I calmly put my hand on his shoulder. "lets get out of here while that.... thing... is distracted.." we ran.
After a while we stopped running and looked around. We were on a suburban street, about five over from our house. There was broken glass, cars crashed into each other, and any person we saw, had a baseball bat... or a kitchen knife in their hands.. their innards completely cleaned out. Maybe the saddest thing we saw, was when we were scavenging for a snack. A mother and her two kids, huddled together. All 3 of them, gunshot wounds in their heads. This is going to be a hard life.
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