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... ry bunker. It was no wonder the zombies didn’t come after me. It smelt like the bottom of a keg that had been left outside in the sun for a week.
I’ve smelt dead bodies that had smelled better.
Resisting the urge to puke, I slowly made my way to my bedroom, avoiding the living room carpet as much as I could.
Turning on the shower, I set the temperature to somewhere between lobster boil and molten lava.
I didn’t care about anything as I stripped off my clothes and ...
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