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... center of civilization, had decayed into an overgrown wasteland. Nature had reclaimed the streets, vines winding through broken windows, and the skyscrapers that once touched the sky were crumbling relics of a forgotten time. Cars were abandoned, covered in rust, their owners long dead or turned.
Jackson moved cautiously, his boots crunching on the cracked asphalt as he stepped over debris. His rifle was slung over his shoulder, and his eyes scanned the desolate surroundings, alert to an ...
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