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I suggest not watching the series or not spoiling it for other people. I've based it a lot around the events and all that- so answers are easy to find lmao. If you want it to be a surprise then just read bro B)

also if you arent in the mirai server then you probs wont get this book D: go and read summin else like .... mirai smp

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My boots stumbled over one another as tall grass and plants made their best attempts to trip me up. The claws of the undead were just behind me, arms flailing forward as they ran towards me. My lungs burned and my legs felt numb — which I'm sure wasn't happening to the zombies with their barely functioning bodies.

     I need to rest.

Over the tops of some trees was a glimmer that caught my eye; a reflection of the sun. It was a scream of hope — and the only one I had — so I swerved on my toes and began sprinting towards it.

A zombie lunged from the bushes, tripping before it could reach me but successfully caught my boot.

     "Fuck!" I swore, stumbling back to my unsteady pace, throwing myself at the door and forcing it open.
Just as I stepped in I stepped back, the door slamming behind me as I fumbled at the lock, twisting it over until I was sure it was locked.

     "Should buy me some time..." I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in, reaching behind my head and tightening my now loose ponytail. As disheveled as I was, I still knew my priorities and started searching closets and cabinets high and low.

A loud shatter came from behind me, a desperate growl following after along with a rotten arm reaching for me. I screamed, stumbling to the table with my hands reaching for my pistol.

     "I spoke too soon-" I muttered before firing at the zombie, hitting its bicep before the thing recoiled back.

I attempted another shot to it's head, but my gun only clicked in response.
     "No...... shit!" I groaned, feeling like I had met ends meet right about now. Every window in this shitty cottage was lined by a hoard of zombies, some getting distracted and wandering away but most stayed focussed on me.

     "Welp," I sighed, sitting down and leaning against the spoiled fridge, "— guess I'm big time fucked."

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     "Youly!!!" A squeaky voice called out, both hands either side of her mouth as if it would help, "Yooouuuls!!"
     "Keep it down-" Another person hissed, "we don't want to alert any more zombies."

The two of them were far into a forest, in the middle of nowhere, making more noise than they should've.

     "But- what if she's close? What if she's hurt— We have to find her before she—"
     "I'm sure she's fine. Just keep quiet before you get us both killed. Right now all we need to do is get out of this forest."

     The girl shut up, shoulders hunched as she walked up another hill, "I know, I'm sorry — I'm just worried..."
     The masked man nodded back, "It's okay..."
     "Maybe I should call for her one more time."
     "Fine. Just once."
     "Youly!!!" Her body shook as she belted over the trees, feet still planted firmly together.

Groans and growls were heard from behind them, both of their heads snapping to look.

     "Now you've done it."

They both panicked, cocking their guns and aiming into the trees.
The hisses and groans continued, but over their noise, they could both hear yells that sounded more... human.