This place better have some good shit. We’ve been living off of dried beef jerky for the past week. I signal the guys in my group to slowly stalk in, in case there is anyone. Our guns are drawn, our footsteps silent. The sound of a gunshot reaches my ears and my head shoots up. I walk slowly through the aisles. I freeze when I hear a can roll on the floor. I notice a small girl. I swiftly grab her arm, a gasp leaving her lips. My gun digs into her back, my forearm wrapping around her neck.
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