It was a cool night. I was wearing my favorite warm, fall, cashmere long coat. I was walking, hands in pockets, to the theater for rehearsal when I saw it. I had made it to the corner of 5th and Broadway and had stopped dead in my tracks at the sight of it. It's skin was dusky. It was bleeding from horrible looking wounds and its eyes were sunken, bottomless pits. There was some skin peeling from the side of it's head. It looked like a walking corpse. As a horrible putrid stench wafted over me, I decided what this creature was...a zombie.
The zombie turned it's nose up into the air and gave three audible sniffs. Then it turned it's head toward a man that was leaning against the wall smoking a cigarette. The man glanced over from his perch on the wall and finally noticed the bloody, shambling, being walking toward him. He startled at the sight of it; eyes going as wide as saucers. True fear written across his face. He stood straight up, threw his cigarette to the ground, and took a step away from the wall. He looked like he was going to try to run. But before he could take another step, the zombie lunged for the man.
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