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Adrenaline surged through him as he raced down the ruined street, the moans of the horde and gunfire spurring his flight.
Breath burned in his lungs from overuse as he dodged abandoned cars.
Ahead, a supermarket loomed; if he could bar the doors behind him, it would give him time to think of a plan.v
As he raced across the car park, gravel crunching under his feet, a flash caught his eye.
Salvation: a crowbar leaning against the entrance.
He dived for it, grabbed it and, with a grunt, pulled it through the handles just as wet hands grabbed his ankles.
For now, he was safe.
But how long could he endure this new apocalyptic world?