I held the two pistles in my hands tight as my friends and I walked down the road. It was quiet. The sun was setting. And the world was at an end soon.
"There!" I whispered to them. Someone walking slowing, like he was limping. He had no pulse and his skin was tearing. A zombie. In an instant I shot it down, but more kept coming around. So, we charged after them. We fought and fought. Finally the group of zombies were dead and we were drenched in blood. I sighed,
"damn...where the hell are we going?!" My friend, Marcus yelled.
"SHH!" My other friend, Kayla exclaimed,
"Keep your voice down. You never know when their close by." I sighed.
"We are close to the plane.." I said and we continued on..
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