“And then there were three…” – Nick was dead. No-one had seen where the shot had come from, nor even heard it despite only being a few hundred yards from the little town… but we were low to the ground and scared. “I’ve been shot…” were his last words, and the sparse shrubbery we had been using as cover from the zombies shambling around the outskirts of the town felt little protection from a sniper-rifle round. Even in the dead of night, we felt exposed and naked. No-one said a word, but we all started to crawl away from that…
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