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Amelia stared upon the grave before her, it was her mother. She remembered how she would talk about the dead how they were all around, and they should respect them. How? when they are usually trying to kill you or beat your brains like meatballs and noodles. She smiled and took out a gun, when the animated corpse rose she shot him between his eyes and watched his collapse before her.
Staring now at a decaying body full of maggots and no telling what else, she laughed and placed her gun within her knee length trench coat and turned on one heel to walk off, but with one rustle she pulled it out and pointed it to that direction her eyes turning black but not full."Come out come out where ever you are or what ever you are."
The snow falling upon her, covering her brown hair in white.
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