Grum leaned back in his seat, his back groaning in protest, and frowned. His rough hands thumbed listlessly through the novel he was holding - some new zombie thriller he had bought on a whim some weeks ago - but his heart wasn't in it. The words kept swimming in front of him, boring, pointless. Even zombies weren't as scary as what lay ahead in
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*grumbles*
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