Gary tightened his grip on his only weapon and charged at the zombies coming at him from the hallway. He was the first to make contact as he ramed his scalpel into the chest of an elderly man, killing him. The level one's body fell to the floor with a thud...along with Gary's scalpel which had become deeply embedded into the flesh of the creature. "SHIT!!!!" Gary cursed as he bent down and tried to pry the tiny blade free. "No! No! C'mon...!" Gary shouted franticly as the zombies surrounded him and desended upon his helpless form...
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