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When There's No More Room In Hell <deadwillwalktheearth>

"They're coming to get you, Barbara"

	Chapter One. Multiple author contributed story about Zombies...	614 dagen geleden
	It should have been obvious that there was something seriously wrong. But when the authorities, or 'The Man' tells you what's happening and everything is ok, you feel safe in that knowledge. That is of course until you see a man without the lower portion of his face walking toward you. Well that's not technically correct, he DID have his jaw, it was just firmly wedged into his throat, exposing more trachea than I ever wanted or needed to see. Maybe it wouldn't have been so bad, or maybe it woulda been worse, (I haven't thought it over too much) if I hadn't seen him get hit by a wayward bus, all but disintergrating his head, and then getting up, moments later, seemingly oblivious to anything happening. All the while of course, I'm vomiting into the gutter, over my shoes, jeans and anything else that was in my way. It was as I wiped bile and breakfast off my mouth, it dawned on me that, no, 'The Man' has it wrong, and no, this isn't just another case of bird flu, and no, everything is NOT ok.
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	Francesca Love zei…	584 dagen geleden
	Few seconds later I thought it would have been better to run, no matter where, just run. I could feel the air on my face as i speeded through a side street and entered the backyard of my house. The neighbour's dogs were barking as if the devil himself had showed up. I could hear some people screaming, but I didn't have the time to check where those screams were coming from. I didnt have any time to THINK. I've never been so confused, so scared, so blind. I didnt know what was happening, and honestly, I dunno if I really wanted to know the truth. I came through the back door, hoping none of those "beings" were inside..It all felt so unreal. I walked through the kitchen to the living room. The main door, thanks god, was closed, but anyway I decided to get closer and locked it even more. I approached the main window, a large victorian style window, facing the main street of what in "normal times" had been defined as a quiet family area. But that silence and calm didnt exist anymore.
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