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Andrew seemed to be struggling like he never had before, against a little girl. He looked desperate, talking to the zombie as if he could somehow bring her back to what she was before. She felt sorry for him; she knew it was hard to look into the faces of your former loved ones, only to get flashing teeth and rotten flesh in return. Every once in a while, he'd turn his gun at her, and hesitate right before he pulled the trigger. She pulled out her gun, and with a tiny popping sound, the zombie fell to the ground in front of Andrew. She froze looking to how he would react.
Maybe that man was right, maybe we are just a bunch of stupid kids, a small voice inside her said, speaking from the far reaches of her mind. She metally slapped herself. Negative thinking would never get them anywhere.
"Who was she, Andrew?" She asked quietly.