Betty Winters sat shivering in the center of the Bitterwood mall. She wasn't shivering just because it was cold, or that it was nearly pitch dark. It was the fact that the entire town had been overun by the undead. She had managed to escape from her high school when the attaks had started. She had retrieved her mothers handgun from home and used it until it ran dry. She then recieved a Heckler and Koch UMP45 from a fallen police officer, as well as several extra magazines of ammo.
All she wanted was to get somewhere safe, but feared that this zombie outbreak had spread to the rest of the world already. She had been roaming through the mall for several hours, so far being left alone by the zombies. Then
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