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Stepping out of the shop and closing the door, I heard the shop bell ring. Looking at my surroundings, I saw a few zombies at the end of the street.
Grumbling and limping, some of them walked behind a corner.

Not wanting to get caught, I steadily walked in an alley, where I knew, was safe from being seen.
I can't tell what time it is, but it's already getting darker.
It could be the clouds, that are becoming more and more in the sky as time passes.

Stalking down the alley, I jumped over a little fence, that was connected to both sides of the walls buildings.

Long story short, it was a bad idea.

As I hit the ground beneath me, I was cornered by 5 horrible looking zombies.
Swiftly taking out my pocket knife, I slaughtered one of them at the throat.

Not being able to defend myself against so many of them, I made a sprint through the hoard and outside the alley.

Halfway there, a sudden hand grabbed my ankle.
Falling flat on my face, I tried to kick the hand away, that had such an iron grip on me.

Looking behind, I saw how a horrible stinking zombie held me.
Trying to stay calm, I struggled to get out of his grip.
Not wanting to get infected, I took my trusty pocket knife and stabbed it in it's arm.

Letting out a screech, it let go, but jumped right at me.
Seeing that coming, I rolled to my right side, got up and ran away.

Hearing their ear bleeding screams, I took off on the left road.
Feeling the adrenaline pump trough my veins, I ran faster.
Not caring where I was, I didn't look back, in fear to see that the zombies still chased me.

After finally being sure, that they didn't follow me, I stopped.
Letting out heavy breaths, I dried the sweat off my forehead.
Taking out a bottle of water from my bag, I gulped it down halfway.

Looking around, I saw that I wasn't far from another unfamiliar part from my town.
There weren't many zombies, only a little group that stumbled around the street.

Not wanting to risk being chased and nearly killled again, I moved around very slowly and carfully, so they didn't notice me.

As I wandered around, I saw all the shops that have been destroyed.
Looking more closely, I saw that these were all empty, not one single item on the shelves.

That means there are other people that survived until now.
I don't really care. I don't think about others and they don't care about me.

I don't really believe that the virus had spread all around the globe. It's nearly impossible.
Not one single city wouldn't have noticed the news about the fast spreading virus, that turns its citizens into mindless zombies.

They would barricade their cities and let the military deal with them.
They wouldn't even think about sending help or getting the people out of here.

I heard other countries like Italy and Germany are working on a cure, but it's been 1 year since the announcement.
They are making promises, that can't be kept.
And even if they would find a cure, they would use it first for their people and than only lend it to infected towns, if they pay a high prize for it.

That's how the society and goverment always worked and always will.
People make money off anything that is necessary.
Wanting to store your new earned money in a bank?
No problem, just pay monthly a low prize, and in 10 years, the half is gone.

Do you need to go peeing when you're in the city?
Just pay 3 dollars and you can go to the toilet.
A total human need is used to make money.

Does the society know how many people are homeless or can't afford to go to the doctor?
Because they made just living so expensive, that you're just a piece in a never ending puzzle, that makes money until you die.

They. don't. care

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●I hope you enjoyed the new chapter, ma friends.
I try to upload every day, but school's really tiring.
Don't worry, on the weekends I will always make new chapters!

See ya!

●Matthi

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