Zombies vs. Biker

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This is why I should have had a kickstart.  Sweat was pouring down my back and face.  With a white knuckled grip on my bent handlebars, I stood next to my battered motorcycle and threw another hasty, wild-eyed glance over my shoulder.  I didn’t need to look.  I knew they were getting closer.  I could hear them– their eerie moaning, their shuffling feet dragging broken glass and blood stained debris… Read More