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North American (General)Transcript
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feeling a cold chill rip up her spine, Terror put her hand on a stranger's shoulder and stood on her toes through a sliver of daylight between the people in front. She watched her last paying customer stand and inexplicably take a couple of steps toward the thing, writhing away on the floor. No terror thought as the lady again knelt next to the prostrate man in the next beat, two things happened near simultaneously. First speaking softly, the woman urged the man to remain still. Then she turned to the crowd and at the top of her voice, said, Somebody give me a hand here. But before anyone could react and with the bellowed plea still echoing off the high ceiling, the man sat up straight and grab two fistfuls of blond hair. Already off balance the high heels doing her no favors. The woman pitched over backward with her straining neck, angling straight for the things gaping maw at first sight of the supposedly dead man sitting up. Every instinct in terrorist body urged her to run. Yet like a passer by at a fatal car wreck, she couldn't tear her eyes from the site. Her mind was having difficulty processing. And it wasn't until the woman screamed and crimson blood was gushing from a puckered wound behind her right ear. That terror decided she had seen enough as more screams rang out and echoed about the atrium the men terror had been using for support doubled over and emptied the contents of his stomach all over his shoes. Then, like a school of fish parted by a predator, half of the people who had been rooted in place dash toward the entry, and the rest rushed forward and dragged the bloody attacker from the woman's unmoving body. Through the dissipating crowd, Terra caught a glimpse of the crazy guy's eyes and through a visible shutter, there was almost no white to them, where she expected to see rage. She only saw two dime sized pools of black conveying no emotion whatsoever as electrical impulses jumped synapses and terrorist head. One word came to mind. Zombie