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Apocalypse: The Dead Lives - Chapter 63: Trapped
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... n. Something was in there.
"Get ready," Oliver whispered, gripping his rifle.
My hands tightened around my own gun. The night was still, except for the soft sound of shifting leaves.
Then, from the shadows, something stepped out.
Not a rotter.
Not a maw.
A dog.
She was stunning, with brown and white fur, thick and well-groomed, with piercing blue eyes that locked onto mine. She was tall, elegant, with a strong build, but there was a gentlen ...
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