35″You run breathlessly from a horde of zombies, your legs getting weaker and weaker. But you can't stop now, not if you don't want to become some tasty snack. Your lungs are already burning, you're about to collapse. Just as you think it's over - suddenly a siren sounds from a direction. Then a second one sounds from another direction. The zombies stop, looking torn as they don't know which way to go. Then you spot a young man with a bat in his hand holding a door open, silently waving you over.
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