Mala (Zombie Apocalypse)
des the red car. It's a relief to be able to taste this chocolate spread again. While chewing my foo
. Then I tried to feel the pockets of the bag one by one, hoping to fin
ered, reaching
n object, which turned out to be a 3x4 photo showing a girl dressed in an elementar
ren?" I muttered again. "Or maybe the
closed my eyes while praying silently that I
d. I didn't mean to rob forgive me, God. Ho
to bring a black backpack as a form of responsibility because I had taken i
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. Almost all facilities were damaged, and graffiti was replaced with writing calling for the overthrow of the gove
which covered the sun a little. I stopped momentarily because I couldn't stand the pain in my feet. I saw that
orn on the left side of the road. Enduring the pain, I jogged towards th
ked at me with scary white eyes while growling and wanting to eat. I'm sure they are homeless people affected by strange diseases and polluted river water. When did the pandemic first hit th
ctims. Don't blame the hospital if, in the end, we choose patients who have a better chance of
he tip of the knife into their foreheads until black blood gushed out. The undead died inst
r alive. I breathed a sigh of relief to know how to kill them finally.
not sure if there aren't any corpses inside, but I'm alone now, so if I face on
have to
nd was heard, along with a damp smell wafting through with the main lights flickering, making the atmosphere even more terrifying.
opened the bag's zipper very slowly so as not to make a sound, then quickly put in several food ingredients such as corned bee
edicine, betadine, plaster, bandages, cold medicine,"
aline rise. My pupils dilated when an und
ut of the supermarket and c
s of my feet. For a moment, I cursed when I forgot to t
t," I said as I continued runnin
They all turned and chased me like easy prey to be eaten alive. The adre
her. I didn't have time to look back, but their growling made the hairs on my neck sta
n the right side. I climbed the stairs as hard as I could w
and tried to open the black-painted door, which turned out to be unlo
ired," I complained as I peeked at the un
thinking about how many months it has been since the occupants of this house left their residen
raid to go downstairs. Finally, I decided to approach the
b t-shirt, jeans, panties, bra, and shoes that happene
accompanied by another growl. I took the clothes I needed into my bag an
lowed while thinking hard. I don't know how many undead are in
he drawers and cupboards. I saw broken wood from the roof of the house lying o
ok the lighter out of my trouser pocket. I have to thank the owner of that
ct them. The wood flew before finally crashing into a trash can, causing it to catch f
oblem
this house. Whatever their number, I must
stice and
olding the doorknob in my left hand. My heart bea
n
w
h
nd forgive me for