The girl's lungs burned. Every breath she drew was more painful than the last. She inhaled, sure that her next breath would be the one that caused her lungs to burst.

Trees encompassed her on every side. Darkness closed tighter and tighter as she ran. Every footstep died in the silence of the foggy night.

Her clothes ripped. Her new dress was in shreds, but she didn't dare stop. Fear colored her every glance from side to side.

Something in the darkness moved, snapping a dry branch. The girl turned and screamed, but it was no good. The monster was on her.

“Oh come on! At least fight back,” Tess shouted at the television. “You're making women look bad!” Tess threw her hands up in frustration as the zombie sunk its teeth into the girl on the sc...

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