It’s dark, but I prefer it that way. It’s much more difficult to be seen when you’re hiding in the shadows. I peek my head out of hiding, making sure that no one is near. I still have a long way to go before I reach my target. I carefully sneak out of hiding, only to turn a corner and walk directly in front of a zombie. He looks at me, and without hesitation he runs at me with what seems like inhuman speed. I tighten my hand over the trigger and pull it. Instead of hearing the familiar sound of the projectile leaving the barrel, all I get is a gut-wrenching “click.” It’s jammed. I know if I want to survive, I have only one option: run.
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