User blog comment:Advancedwarfighter/A CoD fan- fiction/@comment-1736942-20100601103247

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I screamed and ran like hell. The frigging zombie moved fast for someone who died. "Die, freak!" I ran up to the zombie and shoved a grenade down its gullet. I drew my knife and rammed it into its eye and ran like hell. The thing blew up. The smell of cooked flesh filled the air. "Nothing like the smell of burning flesh in the evening." I quipped