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Releasing his head, blood pours from his neck as he chokes on his own fluids, straining for air, for another chance.

You don’t get any here.

He’s after my family. The woman I’m starting to fall for.

He dies.

Everyone will die.

Pivoting away, I pluck up my blunt and stride out of the bunker.

I have another person to visit with.

One with the creepy resemblance of Stormi and the other a fur buddy named Armageddon.

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