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I'd be the one telling you in a cold, heartless voice how your zombie spouse/child/best friend is no longer the person you loved, and that if you don't have the balls necessary to shoot them in the head, then I'll do it, ya pansy ass. And if anyone in our group of survivors gets bitten or scratched, I'll be the one who ruthlessly shoots them before they even have a chance to turn zombie on us.
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