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Not infection. Something else.
The bullet tore through his throat—clean, fast, merciful.
But it took his voice.
And left me alone with his silence.
Drew had always been the loud one.
The guy who told jokes too loudly, laughed in danger, sang stupid songs while we scavenged.
When the world burned, his voice was my anchor.
Then one day, we walked into a trap.
A stray bullet meant for a crawler ricocheted off a rusted beam.
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