Like zombies? This is a story for you:
The zombie had my arm. Its grip was powerful. The zombie drooled all over me. My radio transmitted again, but I couldn’t understand it. Flight or Fight mode had taken over. I lost my peripheral vision. It was like I were looking down a tunnel. I felt weak. I struck the zombie repeatedly with my free hand. Its nose folded from the strikes. Blood slowly fell from its nose and onto my shirt. I heard an officer cry for help, but their voice was faint.
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