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Alright. It could be worse, right? There were only like, eight Zombies behind her. Besides, Lindsay had gotten the supplies from the store. Now she was running away from said Zombies, she had absolutely hated running back in high school and now that she was an adult, she was no more motivated to exercise. Sure, she was running for her life, but that wouldn’t have motivated her as a teenager and neither would it motivate her now.
Of course, she could just use the metal baseball bat in her hand, but fighting zombies took time and she had to get home fast.
She never locked the door of her apartment when she went away. There were barely any humans left in this part of New York City and the zombies left it alone when she wasn’t there. Lindsay guessed it was because her 96-year-old grandma already reeked of death or something.
“Grandma, I’m home!”
“Oh, right on time! Just finished the cookies.”
How the hell the woman managed to make cookies without electricity puzzled the redhead, but she never questioned it. Grandma was just like that.
“Yeah, we’ll have to pack them up. We should get out of here as soon as possible.”
The stores in the area slowly started to run out of food and Lindsay had to venture further from the apartment every day to find more. That’s why she had decided that they would move to a different place. Hopefully before it got dark.
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“Well, fuck.”
The duo had arrived at the house Lindsay had picked out two days prior. The problem? It was swarming with Zombies trying to get through the front door and through the windows.
Lindsay pulled her grandma behind another house across the street. They would’ve just gone and searched for a different place if she hadn’t heard the voices from the house.