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It was about 12:30 when he remembered his sandwich. A peanut-butter and jelly that was more like a pudding by then, but still tasted good. He'd found a rusty exhaust pipe (yes, from an abandoned car) to use for defense, if ever the need arose, as it already had once. Shortly after he left the coffee shop scene, Marcus came into contact with his first zombie. An old woman with no hair and one arm emerged from a trash heap and fell upon him with vigorous teeth. Marcus scrambled out of her rigor mortis grip and realized quickly what he must do. He was well-versed, after all, in the horror genre and the undead in particular. Raising his weapon high, he took aim and swung down hard on the gangly creature until it ceased to move.
That was an hour ago, and while Marcus had seen plenty more of the undead, he chose to make a wide berth of them when possible rather than engage. He made his way down to the beach to see how the boardwalk had been effected. The boardwalk welcomed him with the same sight as the rest of the town. Bodies, few still fully intact, lay strewn along the shore; shops were in shambles, and the outdoor furniture of outdoor cafés lay in pieces across the patios and walkways. Marcus climbed over a few chairs and checked a few bodies before turning back. There was nothing to see and, what's more, nothing to be done there. That's when he met a hero.
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