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Renae wiped the sweat from her forehead. She felt as though she had been walking for hours, dragging her bloody zombie bashing pole behind her. She looked up to the sun, thinking of the previous days. She had lost her father, his blood the first to decorate her odd weapon. She was so tired. She fanned the neck of her purple t-shirt. She wished she had worn shorts instead of the skinny jeans she currently wore. She was tempted to take them off and rip them into shorts, it wasn't like there was anyone around to notice.

"BRING IT ON, BITCHES! NYAHAHAHAHAAA!"

Scratch that, she was indeed not alone. Her curiosity overcame her as she ventured to the other side of a gas station, seeing a group of people and an even bigger group of zombies. She gulped, wondering what it was she was supposed to do. She;d help, but she had a measly pole and they had guns. She was about to leave them be when a zombie grabbed her arm. She turned around and screamed, bashing it in the head her pole. It laid on the ground, starting to move as though it was going to give up. She wasn't about to let that happen. She took her pole and slammed the end of it into it's temple, blood flying everywhere. Good thing she had gotten used to it.