He breathed hard and leaned against the side of the banister. Blood smeared the cold metal, and he knew he was not long for this world…not in this form anyway. He had watched his entire family, and all of his friends disappear, lost. They were gone forever, and he could do nothing to stop it, but that doesn’t matter now. Escaping matters keep running, keep hiding. Death was inevitable, but he was not ready, not for this. However, on this day, Jason did not have a choice. Jason was wounded, tired, and on the verge of shock. Then they came. Walkers, the living dead, stinkers, whatever names you gave for them, they are what they are. Zombies!
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