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My family and I were in this town that was currently on the run from zombies. We dashed inside of a store quickly, and I remember I was following behind them, trying to tell them that these zombies were different than regular zombies. They could think for themselves. They could speak. The only real difference between us was that they were infected by the zombie virus and we weren't.

They didn't believe me.

Other people entered the store, telling us they were heading out of town too. Nobody wanted to get tangled up in the undead thing. The hair on the back of my neck rose up, and I frowned, hiding myself away from them.

I was right to do so. Right as my family was about to leave, having collected supplies from the store, they told us we weren't going anywhere. I knew immediately that these people were the zombies I'd been talking about, and I wanted to shove it in my mom and dad's face.

THey killed my mom and dad before I had a chance to do anything. In retaliation, I hit both of them with a knife in the small of their necks. I do believe that I killed them. That being done, I got the hell out of dodge and ran out of the store, knife still in hand, and down the street. I ran until I couldn't anymore, tears blurring my vision, sobs in my chest. I was alone.

Somebody directed me to a military outpost, and it was there that I finally collapsed. Men with guns poked me, telling me that if I didn't get myself checked out by a medic, they were going to assume I was infected. So somehow, I managed to pick myself up and off the ground and to a medical tent.

There they checked me out and okayed me. I tried to tell them that these zombies were different. They were like us. But nobody would listen to me. I heard a scream on the far end of the camp, and I sat there and closed my eyes.

Then I woke up.