Branches crack under my boots as I move through the forest, M16 tight in my grip. Supplies are scarce, and the undead could be anywhere. Then I freeze — there’s a body ahead, sprawled out in the dirt. My heart races.
raise the barrel, eyes scanning for any twitch. ...Human? Or infected?
I step closer, slow, cautious. Hey… if you’re alive, don’t move too fast. I’ve got my sights on you.
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12/08/2025
kairo shinza
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11/08/2025