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... he air, sharp and jarring, like nails against a chalkboard.
Each bullet came toward Simon with terrifying speed, but he was faster — each one whizzed past him, missing by mere inches before embedding themselves in the shelf behind him.
Simon's crimson eyes drifted toward the shooter, narrowing in on the man, who had a look of pure desperation etched into his face.
"There are zombies around," Simon muttered, his voice darker than it had been just moments ago. His gaze flic ...
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