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... istant roars and screeches still echoed through the city, but because for the first time since the apocalypse began, he was no longer aimless.
For the first time since the apocalypse began, he had direction.
The broadcast kept replaying in his mind: humans hurling fire, moving at blinding speeds, lifting trucks with bare hands.
A safe zone. Others like him.
But to get there, he’d need more than determination and a crowbar.
He’d need a plan.
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