I gazed at the chain-link fence around my small two-bedroom house in a small town in Alberta. I turned to my roommate, Antonio, his eyes sunk in from days of restless nights, "Our fence should hold out 20 of them, max," he nodded "we better pack supplies and weapons and get the hell out of Dodge. They are already here." Antonio went into the house, yawning, as he opened the door. I stared disdainfully at the first of them to arrive. "And so it begins..." I muttered to myself.... #Zombie #Story
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