[MockingRabbit]

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I turn back in time to avoid a pair of outstretched hands from grabbing my throat. As the zombies fall, I notice a light in the distance, a little to my left. "This way," I shout over the wailing of undead, and point my sword towards the beam with an upwards slash. It is then that I recognise the face of one of the zombies. He is paler than when I last saw him, and his sandy-blond hair is caked in mud. He lurches toward me, and I hesitate to slash him down. He is one of the people I failed. My mind flickers hopefully. Maybe he hadn't died after all? Maybe this was the real him, finally having made his way back.


I thrust the thought away. He had died right in front of me, this was not him. I step forward and stab him through the chest. I lean in close and whisper into his ear. "I hate it when you imitate my friends." A small twist and I withdraw my blade, letting the body thump to the ground.