Frank was in the lead now as the two former prisoners followed him down the street. Frank was a bit uneasy now as he was the only one who didn't have a weapon and could hear the zombies moving inside the nearby buildings. They seemed to be running into more zombies now as they made their way slowly past the now abandoned buildings. A level 1 zombie suddenly got up from behind a trash can about 5 feet in front of Frank and started to walk towards him with its arms outstreched. "Um, guys can y-" *BANG* The zombie fell to the ground dead. "Thanks..." Frank said as he continued walking. He was getting a little nervous now, what if he had chose the wrong way? What if he was leading them into a nest of these damn things? They turned another corner and walked across the street that led to the highway. On the other side of the street was a long line of resteraunts such as McDonalds and at the end of the line was another road that led to even more resteraunts a little further down. There were now two ways the group could go: They could follow the road leading to the resteraunts or they could follow the highway up onto an overpass that leads to somewhere else.
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