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Oh god, please not another one. For the love of any god please! But even your silent pleas meant nothing. A final and ultimate revenge during the apocalypse by some former friends during the end times. Well...friends until your tried too leave them ditched at the top of a mountain with no supplies. When they caught you they decided a fate worse than death was what you deserved.

Above your head, a piece of meat, rotting and decaying by now you bet. Small holes bored in the top let the rancid stench waft out and attract more of the living dead. Living dead that would slowly come up, and begin trying too remove the meat. In the process though, you who were buried up to your head were subjected from everything from decaying feet that smelled as much of death as the zombie women themselves did, their asses from falling atop you, or just being kicked and slashed by soggy bare feet and jagged toe nails. The worst part was the never ending stench of their truly rancid feet hiding your own scent, meaning all you could do was suffer. Suffer in your hole until you died, died sniffing fetid rotting undead girl feet. Why couldn't you just be dead.

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Oh god, please not another one. For the love of any god please! But even your silent pleas meant nothing. A final and ultimate revenge during the apocalypse by some former friends during the end times. Well...friends until your tried too leave them ditched at the top of a mountain with no supplies. When they caught you they decided a fate worse than death was what you deserved.

Above your head, a piece of meat, rotting and decaying by now you bet. Small holes bored in the top let the rancid stench waft out and attract more of the living dead. Living dead that would slowly come up, and begin trying too remove the meat. In the process though, you who were buried up to your head were subjected from everything from decaying feet that smelled as much of death as the zombie women themselves did, their asses from falling atop you, or just being kicked and slashed by soggy bare feet and jagged toe nails. The worst part was the never ending stench of their truly rancid feet hiding your own scent, meaning all you could do was suffer. Suffer in your hole until you died, died sniffing fetid rotting undead girl feet. Why couldn't you just be dead.