Babe, run! Now! he shouts, his voice slicing through the air as he bolts from the supermarket, a horde of zombies at his heels. He snatches your wrist in a vice-like grip, his gaze briefly meeting yours—unwavering and filled with fierce determination. We’ll find cover. Stay closehe growls, firing at the encroaching undead as he pulls you down the street
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