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"I'm beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god. All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod."

Stiles sighed as he heard a groan.

He switched off his radio and grabbed his knife before leaving the safety of his house.

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Stiles just hopes to God at least some of the pack weren't bitten.

Five years into a zombie apocalypse and he was alone.

Within the first two years, members of the pack had gone missing, generally when they went to go and find supplies.

All Stiles had for company now was a solar radio and Eminem CD.