America the Dead Manhattan

America the Dead Manhattan

When
I think back on it now, I realize a noise had brought me back. Had to be,
otherwise there was no reason for me to come back at all, just stay gone. Let
the sun go down and the UN-dead take the night, me, Cammy, Madison and whatever
else they wanted. But it didn’t go that way.

A
noise, a sliding foot, a pebble falling from above… I really don’t know. I
know that this time I reacted fast.…

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