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Minutes pass. The zombie is closer now; his ear-pounding roars are so near, they shake through the trees. The deer makes a throaty whine, and the massive zombie bellows a primordial growl. While you can't see what is happening, the sounds force the image in your mind—the zombie on all fours, digging its foul jaws into the deer's flesh which is helpless to fend him off. Slurping mixes with crunches, and the deer's whines quickly fade. All you hear from the zombie is an endless series of grunts as it feasts on the poor animal.

With the zombie preoccupied, you feel it your best chance to escape. You sprint out of your hiding place and make your way back to the highway for what you hope is the last leg of this exhausting journey.