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Zombie Outbreak: A Zombie Apocalypse Short Story

Sometimes, it beats so fast that it hurts, ready to burst from my chest. My breath is heavy, and it burns my throat, especially in the chill night air. The pain is real, and I relish it because it lets me know that I am alive. It lets me know this is real. It lets me know that I am not a dead one...