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27. VIRAL “I can’t find a manual switch on this collar,” Musa roars, crouching next to the Zeesistant. “That might complicate things,” Marla says looking back and forth between the two loading doors as they open revealing what appears to be about ten bubble...
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25. RICE PUDDING Lucky for us Sergeant Perez offers Officer Smith’s services to drive us back to the house. With Agent Franks gone I’m feeling a whole lot safer. Musa stays back at the Family Fun Center to help lock down the zombie facility until hazmat teams...
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23. OLD WEST TOWN The sign reads “Old West Town.” A statue of an old prospector stands with a toothless smile pointing the way. Part of his hat has broken off revealing the wire framing and plaster underneath. “He went this way,” I say to Zoe and Marla as...
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21. UNDER ATTACK I am frozen to the spot. I can’t move or think. I’m sitting on the bottom bunk staring at a particular doll across the room. Its clothing is faded, it has a pen mark across its forehead, and one of its eyes is open while the other is stuck shut....
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19. GOOD NEWS, BAD NEWS Musa takes me most of the way back to the house on her rickshaw. I almost start falling asleep on the ride as the cage softly rocks side to side from her pedaling. The day has been long and crazy, but at least I feel like there is some hope on...
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17. CLOSE ENCOUNTERS OF THE ZOMBIE KIND or THE DAY WE GOT OUR STERLINGS “You’d think the place selling the ‘biggest technological advance of the apocalypse’ would be more than an old run down spot in the warehouse district,” I said looking up at the dilapidated entry...
