My heart is starting to beat a little faster as the car chugs and sputters, running out of gas. My mind races at the thought of having to travel out in the open... Without the safety of the car we're so vulnerable... "Oh god...." I murmur as I rub the sweat from my palms on the thighs of my filthy jeans... repeatedly. There's a few zombies in the street coming our way... I look to you, my violet eyes shining with worry.
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