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Kyle fell into position with the rest of the group. ‘Keep your cool, slow and steady shots,’ Kyle thought to himself as he moved with the group. Kyle lined up his AR-15 with the first zombie he saw. TAK! The slug entered crashed through the zombie’s skull and dropping it with a thud. Kyle repeated this seven times before something made him hesitate. It was a little boy, the boy was wearing in a baseball uniform. Kyle’s thoughts became clouded with sadness and grief as he remembered the first zombie he ever had to kill. It was a little boy from his neighbourhood named Kalbe, he was eight and had played on the local little league baseball team. When Kyle had gone over to his house to make sure that him and his parents had gotten out of town Kyle walked in to find both of the parents dead and the Kalbe jumping at him. Kyle had struggled with the boy for and thirty seconds before picking up the boy’s baseball bat that was beside the front door and crushing his skull in. Kyle snapped back to the present to find a teardrop rolling down his right cheek. Kyle lined his scoop on the boy’s head. TAK! The slug ripped the left side of the boy’s head clean off. By this time the group had just made it to the vehicles.

“Samuel! You can ride in my Jeep. Just knock the stuff on the passenger seat to the floor and hop in,” Kyle said as he wiped the teardrop from his face and got in and started his Jeep.