
A Century-old Wasteland
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The virus is spreading and zombies are everywhere. How should I find you? I wear protective clothing, hold a shotgun, and take my loyal black dog with me, climbing mountains and wading to find you. Along the way, zombies chase madly, with fewer and fewer bullets in the gun. The black dog is infected and gradually mutates. I cover its neck cruelly, and gradually loses my breath. There is no wave in my heart. The sky is getting darker, howls are heard from everywhere, I look at your photo in the dark tunnel, I don't know how you are now, I only have hope and love, the sun will rise again tomorrow, after all the hardships, I came to you, but you have joined them, the once gentle face has become distorted, now I close my eyes, I feel the virus from your teeth being introduced into my body, I finally saved you...
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