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... angling was an invitation.
One stray hand brushing his sleeve was enough to spike his pulse.
One accidental bite would be enough to end everything. It didn’t matter that he was "alive." Infection didn’t negotiate.
He could hear their howls, and could see their location on the map, but he couldn’t physically see how they were sorted or aligned, so he crawled on top of them.
The idea felt insane even as he did it. Crawling over zombies like a pile of sacks, using th ...
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