The young medic,passed rows and rows of corpses,still in their seats,with their tickets out,as if their life wasn't over. She stopped,the berretta rested at her side,she had caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. The red cross she wore on her blouse reminded her of a twizzler,she only wanted to things,to escape alive out of this train,or find the kitchen,because kitchen meant she wouldn't starve to death in this survival horror she was thrust unto.It had been 1 hour since her and her compatriots were eating in the chow hall. she became pensive in thought,amid the corpses. One of the corpses took the voice of barry,it was salt on the wound,or lack of salt on french fries,these cadavers were trying to eat her,and now the dead dead ones were making fun of her,alas but it was her own imagiantion..."hey rebecca,we lost the relay race cuz of you,"the cadaver,inert just smiling pathetically stared at the ground while rebecca stared at him..."shut up barry,jill didn't do good either." ..."aye....but jills fat is in her tits..". The medic put a round through the cadaver,it blew a smoke ring out of it's mouth...."eat that barry."....another corpse spoke up,..."awww ohhhh,rebecca I broke my ankle carrying you in the obstacle course....."shut up brad." ...Her muzzle spit hot embers into the cadaver stil staring at his train ticket.......it's head slid in half,but not before rebecca heard,"you fat bitch."....."ug,I need to get out of here.".....she passed into the train car,and espied the cart in total waver in walking zombies,past them was the ........train's galley.(kitchen)
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