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... Valentine lounged in sweats, flipping channels until breaking news flashed: zombies tearing through downtown.
"Here we go," she muttered, grabbing her gear—knives, ammo, and her trusty Desert Eagle.
At the police station, chaos reigned—cops flailed against zombies, their bullets useless.
Jill strode in, aimed her Desert Eagle, and popped three zombie heads in swift succession.
"Headshots, idiots!" she barked.
"I’m ...
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