"You… What are you…" Baldie stammered as his cigarette slipped from his fingers."Call her now," I repeated, sitting down on the cleanest slab of stone that I could find.The pain that was radiating from my waist was beginning to numb. That side of my shirt was already thoroughly soaked, sticking to my skin.Mom arrived ten minutes later.She had dropped the act. The artificial marks of zombification had been wiped clean, revealing smooth, rosy skin that made it blatantly obvious she was well cared for.Her assistant, Richard Peterson, and a group of muscular men trailed behind her.Mom barely showed any remorse when she spotted me sitting on the slab. On the contrary, the way she looked at me gave off the impression that she was scrutinizing me as if she were superior to me."I guess there's no need for me to keep up the act any longer since you've discovered the truth, Terence," she said, "The zombies and the apocalypse aren't real. I also didn't get bitten by a zombie."I lo
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