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Jenny struggled to get away, she screamed and fell to the spongy dirt.
                  Megan jumped up and screamed like a banshee.
                  The zombie froze in place and screamed just as loud as Megan, mocking her.
                  Jenny crawled away from the zombie but he lunged after her, his raisin sized testicles scraping across the dirt but causing him no pain. He bit down on Jenny's calf and she screamed for bloody murder. 
                  Megan screamed herself hoarse. She didn't know what else to do.
                  Jenny tried to get up but her legs folded underneath her like loaves of soft dough.  The zombie grabbed her again and bit down onto her shoulder.
                  “Oh God, Megan!” Jenny said. “Help me! Help me!”
                  The zombie munched on Jenny's flesh. Blood poured out from her wounds and his mouth.
                  Megan looked around desperately for some kind of weapon.
                  “Megan,” Jenny implored. “The surfboard. Hit him with the surfboard. Hurry!”
                  Megan snapped out of her funk and grabbed the board. She whacked the zombie across the head with it and knocked him off balance.
                  She hit him again and he fell backward. Dazed.
                  Megan dropped the surfboard and sprinted over to Jenny, helping her up.
                  Jenny gasped for breath and winced in pain, holding her shoulder. “Our backpacks-”
                  Megan picked up the rucksacks and helped Jenny up. Her friend limped badly as blood streamed down her leg and arm.
                  “We've got to get away from that thing, where's the other one, my ankle, my shoulder, damn!”
                 
                  Megan dragged Jenny further away from the trail until they got to a clearing.
                  “What are we going to do?”
                  “Megan, get it together!” Jenny pulled at her own t-shirt and tore some strips from it. Blood poured from her leg.
                  Megan tore her t-shirt as well and wrapped the strips around Jenny's ankle and shin. The wound continued to bleed and she held another piece tight to her shoulder and around her neck.
                  “You need to see a doctor,” Megan said. “That could get infected, he took a whole chunk out of your ankle! And look at your shoulder-and your neck! We need to get back to the house, you can rest there, I can get help.”
                  Jenny didn't look so hot. Her eyes rolled a bit and her face began to look pale.
                  “Let's get back to the house,” Jenny nodded. “There are only two of them and you hit that last guy pretty hard.”
                  “What are they? Are they zombies? I've seen some of those movies. They look like zombies. Real life Walking Dead! ”
                  “Zombies are fictional, Megan. They don't exist. You've been watching too much television. They are just psychos. Maybe they are on drugs. That new PCP or heroin or something.”
                  Jenny's voice lowered to nothing more than a whisper.              
                  “Are you sure you're alright?”
                  “I'm fine,” Jenny said softly. “We have the photographic evidence, remember, I got the photos. They are in the bag. The police will be able to identify them.”
                  Megan looked in the bag.
                  “I can't see the camera, where is it? It must have fallen out when we ran.”
                  “Megan, can't you look after anything?”
                  Megan threw the bag down in frustration.
                  “I'm sorry,” Jenny