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			<title>The Town</title>
			<description>Fear gripped me as we drove back into town we had no idea what we would find or how many people had now become zombies. For all we knew we were driving right into a place whose only inhabitants were things that wanted to rip us to pieces and eat us, I felt like a dog in a Chinese restaurant. The tow..</description>
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			<title>home</title>
			<description>As we had driven through the town things seemed normal for the most part. There were not many people around but that was normal considering most everyone in the town was at work or school. Most people who lived in the town didn&amp;rsquo;t work there, they worked in the city that was about a mile or two..</description>
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			<title>Infection</title>
			<description>That night as I lay in bed thinking about how badly  I messed up was the when it all began. I&amp;lsquo;m not sure exactly how it started, I don&amp;lsquo;t think anyone is the only thing that&amp;rsquo;s sure is that it started somewhere around my town. At first it spread slowly so that morning as the people o..</description>
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			<title>operation green bean casserole  </title>
			<description>Chapter 1 Operation Green Bean Casserole	F**k, I screamed as I was thrown to the ground. There was a loud smack as my head hit the floor. Then I slipped into unconsciousness dimly aware that the girl I loved was about to eat me alive.&amp;hellip;	My name is Dennis, Dennis Dymond I am eighteen, live in U..</description>
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			<title>zombie book </title>
			<description>read and find out </description>
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