I figured that my house was not the safest place, so I headed outside just to find that the zombie army was marching down my street. About half of the zombies headed towards me, so I shot 11 of them with the ammo I had left. Then I ran back inside my house and desperately crawled to my bedroom where I found my buckler and light sword.
I realized that I hadn't shut the door and when I turned around there were eleven zombies there waiting for me. I charged down the stairs hitting them until their heads fell off.
I ran outside, checked the coast was clear, then ducked into an alley. I heard the sounds of whimpering victims inside. I accidentally scraped my shield against a piece of flint causing a spark to rise and melt some glass which my clothing soaked up.
I heard the scuffings and scrapings of lost cats and dogs. The "drip drip drip" of a broken water pipe was spooky, it was like the whole of New York was abandoned!
I heard some faint voices from ahead, I broke into a run and I found some police members in black bulletproof suits.
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