Another victim
*Dylan* The sun hangs low in the sky as LZ and I make our way down the cracked pavement, the weight of the medical supplies in my backpack a stark reminder of the mission ahead. The Iron Vipers have always prided themselves on lending a hand to those in need, and today, I’m determined to help make a difference. The air is thick with the smell of smoke from nearby grills, laughter echoing from the houses around us, but I can’t shake the unease coiling in my stomach. We arrive at Sarah’s house, a small, weathered structure that looks as if it’s been through more storms than it can handle. I knock lightly on the door, and for a moment, there’s silence. Then, I hear the shuffling of feet, followed by the soft creaking of the door as Sarah cracks it open just enough for her face to peek throu
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