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Ruth had been drawn back into the fighting. It was impossible to escape its clutches down here on the frontline; the constant attacks, the adrenalin rush, the retribution, the release of her pent-up anger and frustration. . . She scrambled to catch hold of another snaking cadaver that had wormed past those fighters battling up ahead of her, and she shoved her blade up through its chin and into what was left of its brain with zeal. All around her, people slaughtered corpse after corpse after corpse, so many that the street was becoming impassable. She was incensed that David had claimed to have spoken to Taylor; so what if there were millions of monsters queuing up for execution here? She felt ready to fight all winter if that was what it took. At moments like this, she wondered if the
