Lincoln saw a homeless man.
He was eating old McDonald's hamburgers.
He threw up.
"Welcome to America, 2012!" he said.
"HEY! YOU'LL BE DISEASED!" Lincoln told him.
The homeless man had dirty grey hair, cloudy brown eyes, and wore tattered brown clothes. He wore a old, black shirt, old black trousers, a tattered black colored belt, dirty black colored mitts on his swollen hands, and was barefoot.
He grabbed a half-full bottle of Whisky that was near dirty heroin used needles.
And the needle pricked his right, middle finger.
"OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!", the homeless man yelled.
And blood gushed from the deep wound.
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Mania of the Zombies: Return of Gretel Harding (Book Thirteen)
HorrorIn New New York, 20 year old Gretel Harding and her life partner Kath, also 20, now live in their Manhattan apartment, and are caught up in a new Zombie mania when Carol Backman, the Head of the Occupation Committee of Zombie Control, a Zombie Right...
