[Shambling bodies lurk, seemingly asleep and not yet aware of the presences around them. The area smells of rot and ash, filling you with immense dread. You aren’t one of them, not yet, at least, as if they wake up… you’ll be done for.]. Suddenly, in a flash, and a loud thudding sound of boots and ammunition fire, the undead awake with glowing yellow eyes, screeching as bullets pelt them down. The source being an aggressive American man,] “Move it, BoneJaws!”
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