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The man ran first was a strong zombie. Elvis knew him; he was the one who sold seasonal fruits here. His booth was also in the front. Then came the woman who sold vegetables, the old man who sold aquatic products and a couple who sold meats, etc. Damn the doomsday! They used to be warm people, now they all turned into cold-blooded zombies that wanted to tear you apart. Though they used to be familiar with Elvis, they did not know him now at all. Elvis also was not softhearted; he killed the first man the moment he reached Elvis, then the zombies behind. Elvis stepped back as he fought. Just after a while, there were five dead zombies on the ground. The sixth zombie was a little hard to deal with because he was wearing a helmet. With his head being prepared, Elvis