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Sunday, April 24, 2011

Zombie...

You stand there - frozen for a bit. It wasn't really a breath on the back of your neck but more of a lazy flow of stale air. Your hand flies up instinctively. There's someone behind you weazing - whispering, maybe. You can't quite make it out, but as you turn, you could swear you hear the word...

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