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... one hand gripping his old bolt-action rifle. Smoke, thick and black, rose above the treetops like a signal flare. It twisted in the wind, drifting eastward.
He felt it in his gut before he confirmed it with his eyes.
"Luntian," he muttered.
His pace quickened.
For the past two weeks, Alvin had been tracking a small deer herd through the hills, camping in the wilderness while avoiding the main roads. He'd survived the early days of the outbreak by trusting his ins ...
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