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“Alright, I got it, Theresa replied.
“My sweeties, your grandpa’sing! <b>You </b>all better behave and not make him mad, okay?”
Suddenly, the <b>woman </b>froze, as if she heard something.
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Clutching the two <b>kids </b>tightly, panic shed across her face as she stared down the hallway. “Oh no! Dr. Larson! It’sing!”
Without warning, she snapped. She shoved the kids into the cart and bolted forward.
Theresa’s expression <b>changed</b>. “What are you doing?”
“It’sing! It’sing to us! It’s going to eat my babies! the <b>woman </b>screamed,pletely hysterical as she pushed the cart and ducked into the nearest room
Theresa frowned. Something felt off. She turned toward the hallway–<b>and </b>then saw it. Crawling around the corner was a mutated conjoined zombie, with two heads, four arms, two legs.
It scuttled across the floor on all six limbs like a massive spider.
Behind it, a swarm of kid zombies–<b>no </b>older than five or six–came rushing forward. In an instant, the nightmarish horde was barreling straight toward them.
Theresa barely <b>had </b>time to react before someone grabbed her <b>hand </b><b>and </b>yanked her <b>into </b>Bang!
The <b>door </b>mmed shut. The woman pulled Theresa and the two kids into the closet. Theresa <b>had </b>always hated hiding, especially in closets.
If those things got in, they’d be cornered and helpless, nothing but sitting ducks.
a room.
However, the woman had already squeezed herself <b>and </b>the kids into the back of the closet. With a soft click<b>, </b>she shut the <b>door</b><b>. </b>
<b>Inside</b>, her face was twisted with fear. She looked at Theresa and whispered, barely audible, “Don’t talk. If you talk, they’ll eat you.”
She clutched the two kids tightly. Both wentpletely still–not even <b>a </b>sound.
Theresa had no choice but to adjust her position in the cramped space, her AK–47 from her domain already in <b>hand</b>. If they got <b>discovered</b>, she’d <b>have </b>to go in guns zing,
At that <b>point</b><b>, </b>attracting more zombies was the least of her concerns.
Every muscle in her body tensed as she <b>crouched </b>in the closet. Then, she heard the sound of shuffling
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footsteps outside the door.
She focused all her senses, pushing her psychic ability to the limit.
Through her psychic perception, she could see a massive swarm of zombies gathering just outside the
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And leading the pack was that aberrant zombie.
Then, came the soft rattle of the doorknob.
It was trying to open the door.
It knows what a doorknob is? A zombie with actual intelligence?
Click. The lock turned.
And with a long creak, the door slowly opened from the outside.
The moment it cracked open. a wave of putrid stench hit Theresa square in the face.
A shriveled hand appeared first, wing at the ground–then two zombie heads poked through the doorway.
It looked like an extremely rare conjoined patient who hade to the hospital for separation surgery- still wearing a <b>hospital </b>gown
They were joined at the waist, each half with its own upper body, but sharing <b>two </b>legs.
They crawled in on all fours, <b>heads </b>tilted, scanning the room.
Suddenly, there was a loud crash.
The cart they had just brought in was smashed t with a single swipe. The stainless steel frame crumpled in the aberrant zombie’s hand like it was made of paper.
One hit, and the cart was reduced to scraps.
This thing had to be at least a Level 3 strength–type ability mutant zombie.
After ttening the cart, the aberrant zombie’s attention snapped toward the closet where Theresa and the others were hiding.
It started creeping closer.
Through the closet’s vents. Theresa could see those two grotesque zombie heads drawing nearer and
nearer.
The aberrant zombie reached out, its freakishly long ws scraping against <b>the </b>metal door.
Theresa stayed on full alert, sweat breaking out <b>across </b>her back, while the woman beside her clutched the kids even tighter.
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She kept her head down
Then, in the heightened sensitivity of her mind power. Theresa picked up a strange mental wave emanating from the woman–like an invisible barrier had formed around them, severing all connection to the outside world.”
The aberrant zombie, mere inches from wing open the closet, suddenly froze.
Both heads leaned in, pressing against the metal door, sniffing furiously as the stench of decay thickened
the air.
To Theresa’s astonishment, after a few tense moments, the zombie turned away and crawled toward the