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The cold wind clashing the face Pakin stepped through the folded zombies. Dry blood stains on the shoes and the tip of the gun. He draws his eyes around with frustration. Zombies are the same ... never ending and irritation from chaos, one hand squeezed the gun handle tightly. The sound of a heavy breath and the slow movement of the zombies makes every step of his step be careful. But it's too difficult to endure. In the end, Pakin turned into an antique shop that seemed to be abandoned. Step foot into the floor of the wood He closed the door with strength. Eyes to survey around and met ... a young boy sitting in the middle of the shop Take off the exercise shirt Thin short pants His eyes stared at the stitches. White skin, smooth, without wounds The round bottom of the seat down peacefully. But his eyes are still staring at work. The atmosphere in the shop is like standing still. Every sound of the outside world is imprisoned. Pakin stood still ... Frustration remains but strange ... the peace of the boy attracts careless attention.
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The cold wind clashing the face Pakin stepped through the folded zombies. Dry blood stains on the shoes and the tip of the gun. He draws his eyes around with frustration. Zombies are the same ... never ending and irritation from chaos, one hand squeezed the gun handle tightly. The sound of a heavy breath and the slow movement of the zombies mak...Read more