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It must have been three days since I started walking, the sun burned my hot, sticky skin, and turned it a horrid color of red. The beautiful town I grew up in was now reduced to skeletons of former homes and brown flat rubble. The old woman I'd found sitting in a hollowed car two days ago said it was the Terrorists who dropped the bombs, I believed it was our own government. Either way, the old woman was dead and I left was alone.

My current location, which used to be a green paradise, looked ghostly and barren. As I walked the dirt from the ground jumped into my tan sandals, irritating the blistered soles of my feet. My mouth felt sticky, I needed to find some water soon. I think it all may have evaporated. At the rate I'm going, I'll die of dehydration in a day or so.

It's been two days since I'd seen another living person. There were, of course, life forms out there, but they were not living, not like I was, anyway. And now there were two of those life forms walking towards me.

I removed my baseball bat from the large pocket of my gym bag and smacked it in the gooey remains of one of the undead guy's heads. He looked about 29, probably a hunk, now just an oozing, seizuring, creature lying on the ground before me. He looked pathetic. Finally his twitching stopped. When it comes to the undead, for some reason, they always come in pairs. His "partner" was a middle-aged man in a fast food uniform. He smelled like rotten french fries and had a name tag that stated, "Hi My Name Is Joe". Sorry, Joe, I thought as I beat my bat into the side of his face. I hit him with enough force to dislocate his jaw from his skull. It slipped loose from some rotten skin and slapped to the ground.

He still kept coming for me. He must have been upper management type, a real trooper. He lunged for me grabbing my sun-burned wrists with his lumpy, sandpaper hands. The sting from his hands on my sizzled skin put me into a momentary shock. He attempted to bit my neck. I screamed out of anger, I was not going to be someone's dinner. I did what I could and I kicked him where every man, even an undead one was still vulnerable, his chicken nuggets. He dropped to the ground so I beat his skull in.

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