Surviving a Zombie Apocalypse
Dan gripped a machete in his hand, but it was useless against mutated zombies.
Just as one of them lunged forward, about to bite through Dan’s neck, I stood on the second-floor balcony, holding a cup of coffee, calmly looking down at the scene below.
“Ruth,” I said lightly, “they’re too loud.”
From the shadows behind me, Ruth stepped forward and simply glanced down at the yard.
“Boom!”
In an instant, the zombies were crushed flat against the ground by the overwhelming force of gravity. The sound of bones shattering rang out, and a moment later, they were all reduced to pulp.
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