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Apocalypse: The Dead Lives - Chapter 41: Fiesty
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... o a booth near the door. Rotten food lay scattered on the floor. Blood was splattered all over the walls. The smell of decay was all around.
I carefully took the mask I was wearing off.
My chest rapidly moved up and down, my breathing was shallow as I rested my head against the cold leather behind me.
I tiredly rested a hand on my chest.
My aching chest.
The pain from my bullet wound made me break out into a fever. The wound’s not infected, I’ve been monit ...
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