Hurry! [ buffy shoves arthur into some kind of back room and pulls the door shut as zombies try and assault them. it's dark, it's not pleasant, and it's certainly not jam-packed with weapons, but it's so far zombie free. she's just learned the hard way that she can't do exactly what she's used to being able to. again. ] So much for the slow lumber-y type of zombies. Or the ones that don't eat brains.
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