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"We gotta find somewhere to bunker down, sarge. There's too many hostiles in the area. We can't keep stopping to save everyone." Scott was sitting in the passenger seat of the truck and Pete was in the back with a death grip on his gun. "I'm feeling that, Scotty!" Pete said anxiously. "I ain't about to be killed by one of these freaks." "Guys, I know it's not our problem, but we gotta do what we can. We signed away our lives to protect others, we can't stop when everyone needs us the most." Branson said as he drove. He scanned the streets around them, avoiding the obstacles in the road with ease. "One more." Scott said and looked at Branson seriously. "Just one more and then we need to get the hell out of dodge." After a moment, Branson nodded. "Okay. One
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