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You swing around your AK-47 as the zombie's claw sails past your face. You duck and lean backward, lose your balance, and land hard on the coastline. The zombie dives toward you, just as you press the trigger. The zombie's jaw explodes to the side. She lands on top of you, collapsing with her head on your chest, her body flailing for a few moments.

You shove the zombie to the side and roll away. Water washes onto the shore, surrounding her body, and sliding her a few inches out to sea. The water mixes with brown blood giving it a muddy appearance. Her limbs go straight and stiffen, as if rigor mortis finally caught up.

"Rezo! Rezo!"

The voice is close, and you spot Emma running down the rocky beach.

She wears camouflaged clothes and carries a scoped hunting rifle.

"Are you OK?" she asks, swinging the barrel of the rifle toward the zombie corpse.

"Yeah, just didn't expect your zombie twin on the coast," you say.

"You really think she looks like me?" Emma says with an annoyed tone.

"Unfortunately, from behind…"

Emma punches your arm and sticks her tongue out at you.

"We should head back to the Cathedral," she says.