The lone survivor pushed aside the remains of the armored personnel carrier he had been riding in, slowly rising to his feet.
"What the hell, is he a zombie or something?"
I slapped the shocked solider on the back of his helmet.
"There are plenty of possible explanations for his survival, most of them revolving around sheer luck."
I walked up, slammed the butt of my rifle into his head, knocking him down and then shot him twice in the chest.
I turned around, and then heard it get back up.
"Right, NOW you can start to claim zombieism, maybe."
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