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said, trying to sound appeasing. “We need to get back to the house. I'm bleeding everywhere.”
                  Jenny struggled to her feet, panting and sweating. She held on to Megan as they began to head back from where they came.
                 
                  After about a half-mile, Jenny stopped walking.
                  “Wait,” she said. “We're going the wrong way! Where are we? I don't recognize this bit at all.”
                  Jenny looking very pale now, collapsed to the floor. Blood seeped from her shoulder and leg into the dirt.
                  “Jenny!”
                  “Megan, I-I can't-need to sit awhile. You go on and get help and I'll wait here.”
                  “I'm not abandoning you.  Sit there, I'll have a look around.”
                  Jenny sat, her eyes now jaundice, her body covered with dried blood. She grabbed some water and started to drink.
                  She watched as Megan wandered out of sight. Then she looked down at the ground covered with dead birds.
                  Jenny placed her hand on her bitten shoulder and then looked at her palm, drenched in blood. She held back tears and self-pity.
                  “What's happening to me?” she whispered.
                  Megan came running back.
                  “There's a whole bus load of them! They're over the hill, down in the valley, standing next to what must have been a tourist bus. Dozens of them, wandering around with freaking guidebooks and maps like they're trying to find out where they are. They're monsters, they're making that horrible groaning noise, all dressed up in friggin' shorts and t-shirts like they're some kind of freaked out weird bunch of psychos shuffling around. What do we do? There's too many of them.”
                  Jenny's eyes fluttered shut.
                  “Megan-”
                  Megan ran over to her friend. “Jenny, No!” She shook Jenny to try and awake her.
                  Then she heard the groaning noises.
                  The zombies were coming closer.
                  “Jenny,” Megan held Jenny up in her arms. “Come back to me.”
                  Jenny remained unconscious. He breathing became more faint.
                  “Jenny-” Megan began to cry.
                  Then Jenny's eyes flickered open.
                  “Megan,” Jenny whispered. “Get to the house. Go for help. Save yourself.”
                  Her breathing became more shallow.
                  “Jenny, don't go-don't leave me,” Megan pleaded.
                  Jenny's breathing faded and stopped.
                  Megan looked around herself. The groans were getting louder and louder. Still, no zombies in sight.
                  Yet.
                  “Jenny, no!” Megan grabbed both backpacks and stood up. Her hands now covered with  Jenny's blood.
                  Then she felt the zombie's chapped hands across her back.
                  Megan spun around and whacked him across the head with the rucksack.
                  “Get away from me!”
                  Megan sprinted down the hill, fell and screamed. She looked around at all of the dead birds in the dirt and staggered to her feet.
                  She saw both zombies following her now. The tourist zombie had blood dripping down from his mouth. The nude surfer zombie groaned  and moaned, as if it were trying to say something but couldn't formulate the words.
                 
                  Megan entered the home, falling inside as she opened the door. She looked over her shoulder and saw no zombies in