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The sky was a darkened gray, the city deserted. “Am I really the only one?” John asked my self walking out of a corner store. “There has to be someone I call, someone to get me out of here.” Then John heard sound. He quickly turned a saw several zombies, he pulled out his hand gun to shoot, but realized he had just three bullets left and didn’t want to use them. He but the small amount of food he got from the store in a bike basket and rode off. “I have to get inside before more show up”

Look for the rest some time tomorrow