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I came upon a pharmacy pretty soon. I knew Matisse was here when I saw a broken high heel on the ground. I imagined Matisse looking for everyone, wearing only one shoe. I stifled a laugh. I looked around the setting. I wondered if she could be inside. I started to walk into the front door, when I heard a scream. I spun around, to see a girl running from a walker. Matisse? I wondered. I ran after her. I got closer, and raised my knife. I dove for the walker, and slashed it in the back of the skull. I looked up, and Matisse was standing ahead of me. She hadn't seen me. I decided to play her a prank. I groaned, and limped over. She saw me, and ran. "MOOOOOOAN!" I groaned, and sprinted over. I grabbed her shoulders, and she screamed. Then I whispered in her ear, "Hi loser!" She spun around, and I laughed. She yelled, "Maddy! That wasn't funny!" I continued to laugh. Then I said, "Take a joke, buddy. Are you alright?" She nodded. "That was my only zombie encounter." Then I nodded, and motioned for her to follow me.
We walked for a few minutes. When we were close to Logan's house, Matisse whispered, "Did you hear that?" I listened. It sounded like the pounding of footsteps. Running footsteps. I ran towards the sound. Matisse yelled, "Maddy! Wait up!" I didn't slow down, but I sped up. I came close to the sound. I looked ahead to see a girl. She tripped, and the walker that was behind her, got closer. I ran faster towards the girl, but it was too late. I came within shooting distance, right when the walker ripped her chest open. The girl tried to scream, but all that came out was a wheeze, and she started to cough up blood. I shot the walker, and ran to the girl. Her eyes were wide with fear. I held her hand. "I'm sorry that this happened to you." I said. She nodded, but the movements made her cough up blood again. She shuddered, and went still. At that moment, Matisse caught up. She looked at the dead girl, and a shocked look spread across her face. She tugged on my shirt sleeve. "Let's go Maddy." "No." "Why not?!"
"Because," I started, "If we leave her like this, she'll come back." I pulled the arrow out of the walker, and got my bow ready to fire. Matisse tried to pull my hand away, but I gave her a look, and she stopped. "We have to shoot her. You know that." I told Matisse. Her eyes were sad, but she understood, and she nodded. Matisse turned away as I shot the arrow into the girl's head.