This story was written by my son, Chris The Nuclear Kid.
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I walk quickly, carefully, cautiously, fearfully. My hunger nagging me as I find a store with food. I stop suddenly and listen. I here groans and gunshots. Just as I turn to leave I here a high pitch scream catches my attention and I go inside.
“Timmy, Sara?!” I exclaimed surprised to find my old friends. I ran to their side, zombies were everywhere.
Timmy’s pouch of bullets fell forwards and he dove after them, right into a zombie that attacked him. The smell of blood attracting the other zombies. Moments later we saw Timmy’s body… and we run.