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Looking around, wondering what to do, he sees a horror staring back at him in the mirror. His reflection shows a pale, blood-spattered face, the right side completely chewed away to the bone, with congealed blood and vomit caking the right shoulder of his t-shirt. As the bathroom door crashes inwards, Fred decides that he has to stop doing drugs.
Greg Fewer
Nevena Pascaleva
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Ahhhh a zombie apocalypse! π
A writer of evocative fiction and introspective personal essays. Owner of the publication "Tales of Blue".
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