One Last Escape
Scattered and fighting their own battles, the players and the intruders are all exhausted as the afternoon turns darker and darker. While driving the car around the homogenous wall, Athena is basking her head lazily out in the hot late afternoon wind. Along the way, they encounter several isolated undeads. “Do you think we will make it there?” Sounded pessimistic, she blurted out. “We’ll have to.” Gabrielle sluggishly replied. “Then do you plan to lead them all?” Athena said and looked at the side mirror. Trailing behind them is a crowd of mixed undead and mutants. “With this speed, it’s amazing that they still haven't caught up.” she continued. Gabrielle looked at the rear mirror and adjusted it. The numbers had increased over time. “We have to save gas.” “So we are doing a c
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