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Rita sees them coming, moving carefully through the Friday crowd. She waits till they reach their spot, then kills the booming juke. "Clear the floor!" she commands, quelling the protests with a glare till the two are standing alone. She punches...

Anonymous 8 years ago

Short life of being dead

What zombies may or may not think in the moment of re-death

I was dead, but not anymore. I do not feel pain, remorse, sadness, glee nor anger. All I feel is an endless hunger, until what I thought would be my next meal shoots me in the head.