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... you for it.
I mean, I get it. There are no freebies anymore. No random acts of kindness, no Good Samaritans, no strangers pulling others from the depths of hell just for the sake of it.
If someone helps you, it’s because they want something in return. Maybe food. Maybe weapons. Maybe a warm body to act as bait when the next wave of zombies comes knocking.
So, when Pretty Boy wavers on his feet, his balance flickering like a candle in the wind, and I rush to steady him—he ...
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