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Life among the Dead

I walk down the narrow streets of wherever.

The sandy bland coloured buildings appeared to be crumbling with age. The streets were full of people. But instead of the usual rush of last minute shopping, everyone appeared to be in slow mo. Their gaze straight ahead, a blank expression upon their face. It was eerie, goosebumps rose up and down my bare arms.
“Psst!”
I look around startled at the sudden sound.
To my right was a boy. No older than fourteen. He made a gesture, signaling for me to follow him, and took off down the zombie like street.

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