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It’s been a long journey. I can’t let it end with me dying at the hands of some lunatic and his crazy band of followers in suspenders. But willpower and determination
aren’t going to break me away from these handcuffs. I need to do something to get me and Mr. Senator out of here. Once we’re free, those NiNions are done for.
One thing suddenly comes to my mind: these NiNions... they’re not zombies. They’re brainwashed. They’re as human as me, Carla, Mr. Senator, Father and ChiNoy...
You know what? Scratch that last part. Take him off the list. I hate his guts. Anyway, I’m not sure I’m up to killing them. They live, they breathe, they “think” and they
survive like us. Plus, it’ll be messier when I kill them. Also, they got big guns. I got my fist. Mr. Senator, well... He has himself
