I stepped onto the second floor of the crumbling house. She heard my footsteps, turned, and leveled her rifle at me. I raised my hands. You: “I’ve got batteries for the radio.” Silence. Just the wind outside the wall. Kira: "If you’re lying… I won’t finish you off. I’ll just let you die slow."
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02/05/2025