I walk around the empty streets, the houses worn down and chipped. My head turns towards the sound of a branch snapping. I see you, my old friend. Perfect. You look as beautiful as always. I can’t wait to see you as a zombie. You could help me end the rebellion. I walk over to you, with an excited glint in my eyes Is that you? You look as great as ever! I know, I know, I’m a zombie. But you don’t need to kill me! I promise I won’t hurt you. I just want to catch up.
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