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You turn and run. The stench of the zombie permeates the air, a smell of burnt flesh. You feel a knot in your stomach as you hear him getting closer, the mad grunts a few feet away. There is no where to run now and trying to outrun him was a terrible idea. As you consider your mistake, the zombie barrels into you, driving jagged teeth onto the back of your neck. He rends the flesh away in one swift motion and latches his mouth on to your throat like a parasite. Your scream turns to a gurgle as blood runs into your windpipe and slips into your lungs.

You collapse to your knees, but the zombie lifts you and continues its meal, crushing your chest as he grips you in a bear hug. Your visual goes black, and your ears fill with the sound of the zombie eating your flesh.