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Geoff Ramsey woke up gasping. Normally he sleeps in late and wakes up to the smell of coffee or the sound of his phone ringing. But neither of those were happening right now.
The smell of rotting flesh, the metallic tang of blood, and the smoke of the burning bodies and buildings around him made Geoff begin to choke. Coughs wracked his body before he could even open his eyes and begin to contemplate what was happing. Leaning to the side, Geoff coughed, feeling like he was hacking up a lung trying to get the smell and taste out of his body. But he didn’t begin to process what was happening around him until he heard the screams.
“Geoff, Geoff please help. God damn it Geoff, please! Fuck off; get the fuck away from me! GEOFF PLEASE!”
Geoff had never heard Ryan scream like that before. Ryan had screamed before, sure, but this was not the playful screams at the boys in the office, or the slightly offended yell in a Let’s Play. The panic, the terror in his voice made Geoff snap his eyes open, only to feel his jaw drop.
Geoff was on top of a hummer. He sat up to take in the full effect of everything around him: the smell, the noises, the fire, the crumbled buildings, and the hoard.
Completely surrounding the hummer was a hoard of zombies. Reaching their hands up towards him with their teeth shining in black blood, they clawed at the metal for Geoff. And all he could do was stare down at them in growing fear. Until the screams started again.