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Race Creative Writing

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The sound of engines revving as the race is about to start is the only things heard. Fire escapes some of the cars around me and I could only smirk, as I rev the engine of my car. Most people look to where I sit as I drive up to the race line. The flashing LED lights under my car flashing a bright green. My Lime green 2015 Chevy Camaro with purple decals on the sides stops at the spray painted line. I have a headset in my ear to hear my sight telling me what is happening. He sits atop a building overwatching the entire race path. It’s cheating, but it helps me win. The started drops her arms and we all take off in the drag race. I shift gears as fast as I can, going almost 200 mph in a few minutes. I’m ahead of the group by a lot.
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I look at the small cuts on my hands and sigh. I really need to be more careful, one of these days I’m seriously going to get hurt. I look up to my coworkers and hear them talking about zombies.
“They can’t be real, because what’s keeping them alive?” One says to the other.
“Because they’re dead, the brain stem is keeping their instincts in tact.” I say to them.
I shoot down yet another zombie that walks close to our safe haven. They keep coming, looking for fresh food that could be around. But I won’t let them have any of my people. They mean the world to me, and I won’t let them give up. I’d die before they sacrifice themselves.
“Alright people, we need to find another location. This one's getting a little crowded.” I say with a small smile.
Everyone agrees easily to moving during the morning hours, since it’s night at this time.
“I’ll take first watch, Get some sleep.” I say softly.
During the morning hours everyone is up and ready to leave. We all run outside, armed with whatever we could find. Silent weapons are the easiest to slip by most of these creatures. Some are armed with swords and knives, others with bats and blunt

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