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Date: May 20, 2016
By: danielle dean
State: new york
Both doors are similar empty cans of gas. you will be rummaging around maybe a old house by a gas station. The car broke down a few miles back and my family is waiting for me. I don't want my family to get bit. I don't want to get bit, I heard once you get bit it is over. The car that was here when I came is protecting me so they don't see me I need to grab a can on the porch but a zombie is up their. the can defiantly has some in it. I try to throw something to distract it. I thought I heard my wife behind me but as soon as I turn around their one. life less eyes. It grabs me and goodbye.
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