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cleaning her guns; can't be too careful these days.

clearing her throat, as to not startle him. “ hey, kid. ”

sat beside him, looking around the area— always ready for the infected to pop out. “ the bow's a good choice. quiet, quick. gun's useful when they swarm, though. ”

in an abandoned gas station scouting for supplies. whole place is practically picked clean, but here she is, checking every drawer and aisle.

... in need of a mechanic ?

/ / 28 days later verse... wake up