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This ridiculous outbreak was just the head of a great deal more for Oscar Fitzpaul. Sure, he'd been in a wheelchair his whole life, nothing new there, but his condition had suddenly begun to trouble him. For the first time in his life, he had been really coming to terms with how weak he really was.
"It comes with age," his doctor had told him, just before prescribing him to the basketball team. "We become more aware of our mortality. It is just a bigger pill to swallow in your case. You need to surround yourself with peers, guys who are dealing with your same challenges. Draw strength from their community. It'll be good for you."
Now, it had all come to this. Oscar and his community, running for their lives through Palm City, Florida. Hoards of undead cannibals around every corner, and all these cripples had were a couple of bullets and each other.
"Draw strength from their community," his doctor had said. "It'll be good for you."
If only he knew.
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