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... y miss him..."
Big Ears was sighing miserably, his face full of sorrow. He looked downright pitiful.
They’d just crossed into the northern U.S. borderlands. It was December, and snowflakes drifted lazily from the sky. The ground was blanketed in white, a pristine winter wonderland.
Zombies didn’t mind the cold—they were pretty resistant to freezing—but food was getting scarce.
The "Continental Sweep" operation hadn’t exactly been a picnic. After a long, grueling m ...
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