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A shout carried down from the watchtower—sharp, practiced. Shapes shifted along the settlement’s perimeter as guards repositioned with rehearsed efficiency. Gates did not open. They measured.
The woman felt it immediately.
“This place runs on response,” she said.
The man nodded. “Fast ones.”
They stopped where the slope leveled, close enough to be acknowledged, far enough to retreat. Survivors behind them instinctively formed a loose arc. Zombies lingere ...
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