in New York
"Get Him! Get Him!"
Not any better
"I think you should leave."
Worse and worse
"We'll take care of this."
What to do?
"No!"
The cops told me to run home lie a frighten little kid. They got rid of all of them. But Bill's killer got away. He could be anywhere on the planet. Or is he on the planet? After so long televisions and radios were shut down. All we had was street lights and cars. Today I decided to go to the diner. A new waiter was at the bar. His name was Jimmy. I told him about everything. "And I don't think people even know that those zombies came to the surface because there aren't any radios or television!" I said. Lightning flashed the sky. On the other side of the restaurant a lightning bolt blew up have of the tables. Then another straight at the counter where I was. I jumped away under a table. But Jimmy didn't get away in time. His ace full of shock. Then the light. That was the end. I woke up in a hospital bed. Surrounded by Carly and doctors. They told me I was lucky to be alive. Jimmy was in another room under intense surgery. I saw the pictures of the diner. Well sort of. Completely burned to the ground. But something was pointed out. On top of all the ruble was the plaque of Bill Bobleton and that said something.
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