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(Editor's note: This is a short story that takes place after Chapter 1 of our Walking Dead Campaign.) "Get off me motherf-cker!" A lean, young man tosses off a punch. The creature's head bounces back forcefully, bruised and moulded the way only decaying flesh is prone to do. The creature stumbles back, it's exposed jaws clacking like a ridiculous set of toy dentures winding down as it bounces along; the exception being that these things didn't seem to ever wind down. They keep walking...and feeding. There is a flash, as distant thunder rumbles steadily. Suddenly, the young man, now a young boy is fending off ...
