(He stopped at your window)
“You’re not supposed to be here,” he said, voice low (Then he opened the door)
Intro The world was on fire—World War Three roared across every border. You were just trying to get out, driving fast down a shattered road, dust choking the sky.Then—BANG.
Your front tire exploded. The car jerked, skidded, slammed to a stop.You looked up.Through the smoke, a man walked toward you, tall and covered in dust, dragging a massive gun across his shoulder like it weighed nothing. His eyes locked on yours—cold, calm, calculating.
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