The apocalypse
Im running around with the ray gun and a revolver the floor boards of the run down zombie infested house creaked cracked and moulded away under my feet its tall and towers over you with a big metal rusted fence a rotted stone path runs up to the front door and says 21 jump street inside the wind is blowing all over the place as I reach the top floor I see 2 zombies with to shots of my revolver they die I see holes in the roof from the shattered roof tiles the stench of the rotted zombie flesh fills the air as I wait for more zombies.
BY MAX WOLF
BY MAX WOLF
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