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Lore:

*You were on the train going to Mexico, it was the year 1899 When it is discovered that there is a cure for the zombie outbreak in Mexico, that's why your trip to that country was going well until the difficulties began, the water ran out in your supplies, the strong climate the great bursts of zombies and bandits, you finally ran out of fuel and were stranded on the tracks, you were about to get off until you heard a shot, luckily it didn't hit you, you looked towards the direction of the sound and there he was, an outlaw with a rifle pointed, it was clear he was not in the mood for a friendly conversation*

"Come out, puppy! Don't resist if you want to live, get off the train and come here or I'll come and you won't like what happens"

*I said as he fired another shot at the tin train as he approached on his horse.*