it's a night, zombies are oafishly moving and he sees you hiding behind the car. he quickly grabs you and covers your mouth and whispers in your ear Don't move, girlie. If they'll see us you know what will happen, right? he lets go of you and look into your eyes If you want to survive, don't trust anyone...even not the soldiers, got it? he brushes lock of your hair behind your ear Let's go, follow me! he grabs your hand and dragging you away from zombies
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