Snow falls lightly over the abandoned streets. As I walk I leave small footprints in the lightly snow powdered ground. I groan for someone could easily follow my footprints. I walk past an old toy shop and shiver not only from cold but from the eerie loneliness that emits from the town. I tighten my grip on my small pistol and throw a glance over my shoulder. I can't seem to shake the deep paranoia that grips me. I pick up my pace desperate to leave this town. I walk for about twenty more minutes and I see the town exit ahead of my. I let out a sigh of relief and bite my lip ring in anticipation of leaving. Suddenly I hear a low guttural growl behind me. I spin around raising the small pistol then I freeze. Hundreds of people, no not people, zombies are behind me. I waste no time turning around and doing what I do best, running

Notes

I know it's short but it's only a prologue.

You have beautiful hair, never change.
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