I first met Sharon at the Rothman Rehabilitation Home for Feral Children. She was one of the most beautiful girls I have ever layed my eyes on. She had long red hair, green eyes, and a wonderful body. Anyway, these traits of hers were halted by her lack of grammar skills and the fact that she talked like a 5 year old. Her story began at the local church in her town. Her dad had told her and her mom to wait for him at the church for safety reasons. There were many other families in the church including the pastor that tried as hard as he could to calm everyone down. There were families with guns and other weapons. These weapons were brought from out of their houses to protect themselves from what was to come. One of the ladies with a gun was Mrs. Randolph, a large, soft armed, blood-stained woman who had just lost her daughter to a zombie. When everthing was starting to calm down, zombies suddenly began breaking through the windows and forcing everyone to try to leave the church. After the lights blacked out in the church, an arm grabbed her and brought her into the parking lot just as a zombie was about to. It turns out that lady was the softy-armed woman that had lost her daughter. Sharon never saw her mother or her father again.
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