I'd been traveling for what seem liked ages. When I finally saw the "Meteor City" sign in the distance, a wave of excitement rushed over me. I hadn't seen a human in close to three years. My family and everyone I had known and loved, were killed close to the outbreak. The dead own the Earth, and I am just a guest. I travel from place to place, because I don't feel welcome anywhere I stay. The road is my home. Walking through Meteor City made me miss the most simplest things. The school I used to go to, all run down and destroyed. The church I would spend hours in, was now burned to the ground. But beside all of that, I just wanted to find my old house, because I had some unfinished business to do. I was nearing my street, and the only thing left in my way, was this barbed wire fence. I grabbed my knife and cut through the weak wires and crawled through. My house was only a few meters away. I had to move quick because the dead had noticed an unwelcome guest in their town. I came to our old fence, somehow it was in tact. I hopped over and made my way towards the garage. I lifted on the door as hard as I could and there it was, my blue corvette. As good as new, as if no one had touched it in the three years I was gone. I hopped in the car and rolled all the windows down. I turned on the radio and my favorite song came on. I blasted it through the speakers as I cranked up the volume, louder and louder. The dead started heard my song too. A huge herd was coming for me. But I didn't budge. I was finally home.
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