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“Then we die here, on the asphalt,” she said, folding the map. “Or we die walking. At least walking is a verb.”

“It’s a ghost story, Elena,” Marcus said from behind her, not unkindly. He was a former construction foreman, his broad shoulders slumped under the weight of a salvaged fire axe. “People chasing radio signals. There’s nothing left out there but bone-grass and biters.” zombie retreats

“Survivors,” Elena said. “Looking for a retreat.” “Then we die here, on the asphalt,” she

They followed the sound.

“Does it still run?” Marcus asked.