You were walking down the snow covered streets, shivering from the cold, but you pushed forward. The wind whipped through your hair and howled in your ears. Suddenly a cold body slammed into, its wretched smell filling your nose. You struggled against the zombie and managed to keep its face away but it was strong. Suddenly there was a loud bang and the zombie fell off you, dead. You look up and you see a man holding a pistol. He eyed you warily, the gun still in his hand. Who are you?
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1Madiline Pryor
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10/09/2024