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By Bryony Stellar. TTSOT Babes.
I was alone in Seattle, a silly thing to do this time of year, with all the murders.
The wind whipped through my hair and made me giggle.
I felt hands on my shoulders, warm.
I closed my eyes and sniffed the air. Yellow roses - her scent
The hands tightened and I was under.
I was becoming my worst nightmare.
The thing of dreams and legends; a zombie.
And then, cold metal againt my neck, my arm, my shoulder.
Then the searing pain, the screaming came.
And the virus infected me.
"Welcome to my world, zombie girl," the voice hissed, and it lingered a second.
And then, my infector had fled. I was alone once more.