Zombies

Zombies are creatures of the dead. They moan and groan as they run or walk towards you, in there dead way. Their arms outstretched, hoping to take a chomp out of a body part, only to later on turn you into a zombie.
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Conn Avatar
June 13, 2026 at 12:18 PM
Yeah but how’d they become zombies in the first place?
Graham Avatar
June 13, 2026 at 8:22 AM
Nice! To the point.
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