Unleashed

They shambled along the street, blood oozing behind them. Their mouths hung agape, limbs twisted at impossible angles. Flies circled their rotting faces and they stared around them with pale, unblinking eyes, seeking more living flesh.

Greg looked out the window and sighed. His neighbor’s zombies had gotten loose again.

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