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... to steady my breath. My legs still burn from the rooftop jumps and my lungs are raw from inhaling dust, but there’s no time to rest.
Not with the undead snarling in the distance, not with the realization of Kyle’s death still hanging over us like a curse.
The street around us is a wasteland; cracked asphalt, overturned cars, skeletal remains of buildings that look ready to collapse under their own misery. The air stinks of rot, damp wood, and something metallic, like rust and dr ...
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