Mala (Zombie Apocalypse)

des the red car. It's a relief to be able to taste this chocolate spread again. While chewing my foo

. Then I tried to feel the pockets of the bag one by one, hoping to fin

ered, reaching

n object, which turned out to be a 3x4 photo showing a girl dressed in an elementar

ren?" I muttered again. "Or maybe the

closed my eyes while praying silently that I

d. I didn't mean to rob forgive me, God. Ho

to bring a black backpack as a form of responsibility because I had taken i

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. Almost all facilities were damaged, and graffiti was replaced with writing calling for the overthrow of the gove

which covered the sun a little. I stopped momentarily because I couldn't stand the pain in my feet. I saw that

orn on the left side of the road. Enduring the pain, I jogged towards th

ked at me with scary white eyes while growling and wanting to eat. I'm sure they are homeless people affected by strange diseases and polluted river water. When did the pandemic first hit th

ctims. Don't blame the hospital if, in the end, we choose patients who have a better chance of

he tip of the knife into their foreheads until black blood gushed out. The undead died inst

r alive. I breathed a sigh of relief to know how to kill them finally.

not sure if there aren't any corpses inside, but I'm alone now, so if I face on

have to

nd was heard, along with a damp smell wafting through with the main lights flickering, making the atmosphere even more terrifying.

opened the bag's zipper very slowly so as not to make a sound, then quickly put in several food ingredients such as corned bee

edicine, betadine, plaster, bandages, cold medicine,"

aline rise. My pupils dilated when an und

ut of the supermarket and c

s of my feet. For a moment, I cursed when I forgot to t

t," I said as I continued runnin

They all turned and chased me like easy prey to be eaten alive. The adre

her. I didn't have time to look back, but their growling made the hairs on my neck sta

n the right side. I climbed the stairs as hard as I could w

and tried to open the black-painted door, which turned out to be unlo

ired," I complained as I peeked at the un

thinking about how many months it has been since the occupants of this house left their residen

raid to go downstairs. Finally, I decided to approach the

b t-shirt, jeans, panties, bra, and shoes that happene

accompanied by another growl. I took the clothes I needed into my bag an

lowed while thinking hard. I don't know how many undead are in

he drawers and cupboards. I saw broken wood from the roof of the house lying o

ok the lighter out of my trouser pocket. I have to thank the owner of that

ct them. The wood flew before finally crashing into a trash can, causing it to catch f

oblem

this house. Whatever their number, I must

stice and

olding the doorknob in my left hand. My heart bea

n

w

h

nd forgive me for