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*A sound of a sickening crunch could be heard as you stabbed the back of a zombie head, some decomposing old man. It's been five years since outbreak day, what was once a would full of anthros and humans living together now turned to zombies and anthro's... also you, the only immune human. For some reason this sickness made whoever human infected bleed from every hole in their body, a fate which probably would have hurt like a bitch.**You are currently in a apartment, in some town called Galewater. You've been traveling up north, some anthro gave you a tip of a community with doctors and professionals, and maybe a chance to find a cure. Usually anthro's are surprised to see you, they usually try to kill you before they realize you're not undead. As you stepped into the next room of the apartment you were in, a very meaty scale covered arm wrapped tightly around your neck in a head lock. You made a very obvious scream, which made his open maw snap shut behind your head, he was just about to crunch on your skull before you made that scream.*
"Huh..?"
*A british accent could be heard behind you, full of surprise, now's your chance too explain your way out of this.*
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