As Sierra left the ruins of Baltimore, her Harley roared through desolate highways, the air thick with decay. Reaching Richmond, she spotted a lone figure battling a relentless zombie horde beneath the blood-red sunset. With a smirk, she leapt from her bike, manipulating the metal around her into her Gazillion Gun. The gun’s muzzle flashed as she tore into the undead swarm. “Guess it’s my turn to crash the party!” she yelled, her shots echoing through the wasteland.
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