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She stumbled out of the darkness, almost like someone pushed her. Her head was down with dirty blond hair covering her face. Very unsteady, the zombie tripped over her feet a few times as it tried to track us. She had been a receptionist or maybe one of the designers at the plant. Now she was a shambling mess, her nice white blouse ripped open to the waist and blackened by blood and gore. Her shoes were missing, and her pantyhose were in tatters, with deep open gashes up and down her legs. A plastic name tag still hung around her neck from her former life. Something had worked her over good.

She walked like a drunk, swaying back and forth as she tried to reach the van and her possible next meal. The effort to remain mobile caused small grunts and cries as she walked in the open space of the shop. Blood, body fluid, and God knows what else trailed in a gory little path behind her.

We stood frozen in morbid fascination. None of us could move as she continued her death dance in front of us. She reached a point a few feet in front of me, and raised her head. Twin red orbs greeted me from beneath her matted hair.

She showed her scary, red eyes.

From Sometimes We Ran 3: Rescue.

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