Chapter Twenty-One
We somehow manage to get to the next town, far up north from the city I stole from the werewolves, and with Nolan running non-stop until now, the excessive exercise finally catches up with him, making him put his tongue out and start to wobble to the side. Couldn’t blame him, beyond the distance and speed he even needed to dodge and dash, first from the wolves, then from the zombies, so he earned a rest. He jumps up at the first roof he can, going up and up and out of the streets, making my already sore arms to work even harder and keep us steady as he jumps up, but the view was worth it; and not because of the beauty of it. Is funny, now that I remember, how in a zombie apocalypse the cities are always grey and cloudy and overall sad, but in truth this place was far prettier than befor
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