"BITE ME!" I scream.
The zombie in front of me was a lumbering beast so the mach wasn't fair. I was a fast
ruthless vampire. Not to mention I had super strength. The zombie tried to make a move and I
normally try to play with my food but unfortunetly this one was going to be no fun. Well I was
hungry so he would make a snack for me. I darted forward and immediatly broke his neck, and
took a sip. He was about 32 years old and perfectly aged. I wiped my fangs with the back of my
hand and relished the energy that came with every kill. Delicious. I then took a machette out of
my cape and cut off his head. Well a zombie vampire wouldn't do the world any good, would it?
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