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Zombies walked through the town. Hundreds and thousands of them. They walked in all directions, but they dint know where they were going. Left right and centre, they walked and walked mindlessly. They banged into each other only to start moving again in a different direction.

In the middle of it all stood a sole human soul, trying hard to make sense out of the chaos. It had been warned about it earlier, but reality is never what you imagine.

It tried; it tried hard, to comprehend the situation. But it was alone facing an entire army. It fought and it got hurt, it fought more. It got hungry and tired, but it moved on, not wanting to give up so soon.

Slowly it started to crumble; it found it difficult to hold on. It started to lose itself, it started to die.

And then the day came when it joined the crowd.

Welcome to the land of Zombies!!

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Pallav said…
hello little zombie :)

will the little zombie stand apart from the crowd? ;)

N
[big zombie]
January 31, 2008 at 8:14 AM
Anonymous said…
i liked it....it carries you through itself...
February 3, 2008 at 7:10 AM
Alesea said…
well absolutely....but lets staand apart...and zombies might just pay some heed and then they wont be zombies anymore....well i sound optimistic no...?
February 7, 2008 at 11:09 PM
unforgiven said…
Some of us are trying to build this settlement for the uninfected.

We even have a few of the zombies domesticated.
February 9, 2008 at 7:36 PM
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