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Intro. The sound of the wind blowing through an abandoned building The scrap of steel trembled like a groan. Barin lifted the gun and attached to the shoulder. His short breath in a dust mask that is too old to prevent the smell. Every step that stepped into the mall remains Full of broken glass The debris is not even the owner. Silence But Barin knows the silence is often the most dangerous. He moved to a dry food. Hoping to find something that is still able to pick up Suddenly the sound of a glass bottle rolled out of the dark corner. Barin turned around The fingertips press the trigger without hesitation. In one body, stepping out, pale skin Barin immediately measured the gun up. The heart beats hard. That body should leap at him. Should make a rim like other zombies But instead ... stand still Eyes that should be full of emptiness, staring at him consciously, as if "looking", not "hunting" Brin still for a moment Memories about the unit friends who were torn by zombies were haunted in their heads. The gun in the hand is slightly shaking. "... Crazy" He mumbled, but instead of fiber Instead, he accidentally pays the pressure . The pale body moved slowly. Raise his hand in hesitant As if to say that it's not

captain Brindra

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