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... es fixed on the infected as they rushed away through the forest. Their twisted figures grew smaller and smaller between the trees.
Jaxon did not waste the chance. While they were retreating, he continued firing from the branches, his finger pulling the trigger again and again with steady rhythm.
Natasha who knew the function of her pistol didn’t waste the chance either, picking off the stragglers at the back of the horde.
Each shot dropped another infected before it could ...
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