Eric sat on the bench, looking out of the bars of his cell. "Maybe if you beat the bars hard enough, they'll fall down." He said to the zmbified guard. It and a few other zombies were beating on the bars, attempting to gain access to Eric's cell. He had come to accept his situation. Either he'd starve or be eaten. Irony? He stood up from his bench. He had an idea. From what he'd seen, the zombie's were slow to react. The only reason they's gotten the gaurd is because he was sleeping. He walked up to the bars, just out of arms reach of the zombies. He pulled back his leg, and kicked the gaurd in the leg through the bars. He quickly bent over and picked the gun out of his pocket throught the bars. He backed away. He checked the safty, and aimed at the zombies. Three shots, three kills. It wasn't hard, they didn't exactly realize what was happening. He walked back up to the bars, and took the keys out of the gaurd's pocket. He reached over and unlocked his cell. "Free at last." He said. He began to walk down a hall, a way he hoped was out.
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