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Modern-day zombie apocalypse.

A post-apocalyptic New York City, wrecked by the enigmatic virus that has swept the nation and brought the recently dead and deceased back to life.


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Justin was still distraught over how bad he'd let his weapon get. No one really spoke up about head over to the station either. He couldn't blame them, there's no way any of then would go of they just knew how dangerous it was. There had to be three or four of those big hulking things plus a couple of screamers. Which meant the the hunters and runners and walkers and what ever else was fucking out there would come running. But he really needed to get there.

If he was honest it had more than likely been raided a dozen times over. But he still had his locker. In it was more ammo for FN57, his cleaning kit, another side arm along with some stupid odds and ends. His other side arm was a 9mm that he hated. In truth he hated the round every which way. But that didn't matter, most everyone trying to kill them was with in twenty feet. In his mind he should be able to hit that. So any issue with the round should be close to none.

Outside of the fact they had no real gain from caper, what the hell was the point? A few rounds and a another gun? It was no where near worth it for the risk associated with the danger......... But it could be fun and he did really want that cleaning kit. Well that settled it. Justin case was going to try and get in just in case...

After getting back to reality and out if his stupidity, Justin's eyes caughtthe girl standing in the door. After listening in for a few moments Justin spoke out.

"Come on in with the cold Celeste. If you're hungry, I'll get you some thing to eat." Justin said with a mildly warm tone while waving her over.