bronzeecho
i snap my headband on and prepare to meet possibly certain doom. i swing my pickax over my shoulder and kick open the heavy metal door. a swarm of zombies stumbles towards me. i give a battle cry and start swinging away. rotten flesh flies around me.
"you make me sick." I was thrown. I had never heard such viciousness in her voice before, especially not towards me.
"what did I do?"
"you know what you did, you bastard!" she shrieked, throwing a glass at me. it shattered off the wall behind me, cutting my cheek.
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