20 The burn. The pain. Me and 20 Surviving game. The zombies are coming We must go a runnin We go For that are slow. This is terror This is This is Why am I writhing like this, I'm about to die. This is the year 2020. I am Sarabeth. I am 19. I am blind in one eye and my left arm is gone. I am scared. I witnessed my parents death, I watched as my brother changed. Changed into one of them. That's when I ran. Finily I reached the place. Home to all the survivers in Ct. A mere 20. I must find others. We won't stop. Got to go, a zombie reached 70 yards of the place.