Chris Boone ran as fast as he could into a nearby guitar store and grabbed one of the many finely tuned instruments inside. An electric guitar made a good makeshift weapon after all, of course, most anything was a good weapon when facing a mass of slow moving undead. It had been only a few days since he had been forced to flee his own home to escape the invading mass of zombies. Luckily, the local mall had provided a safe haven... at least at first. Now it was a fight just to survive every few minutes against the growing numbers of walking corpses and even a few crazed humans. Chris bludgeoned a nearby zombiefied mall security guard as he reached out for him and began clearing a path through the descending horde of zombies. The heavily damaged guitar snapped in two just as Chris brought it down on the head of an elderly woman who had tried to block his escape route. With an opening Chris ran past the zombies that were closing the gap and made his way...
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