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Chapter 93: The First Apocalypse Part 2
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... breathing heavily. He was back in his apartment, and it was still winter. His hand touched his shoulder, where the mutant bird had torn off a huge chunk of flesh. He felt all the pain and despair of being bitten and infected, and when he looked at his father and saw the same expression on his face, he knew he wouldn’t survive this...
"Is this how I died in the first apocalypse?"
Lucien murmured somewhat incredulously, but unlike his innocent self, he knew there was nothing he cou ...
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