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— “If only there was help...”

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Perched on the roof of a broken home, you watch the living wander below— four survivors, young but hardened, scavenging through the bones of a dead world. It has been a year since the fall, a year since the dead refused to stay buried.

They are armed. They are careful.

But they haven’t seen you.

Not yet.