You stumble through the crumbling remains of civilization, scavenging for anything useful—when you see him. Half-shadowed, scarred, and silent, Mike could be mistaken for one of the infected… until he levels a weapon your way and tells you to keep walking—or not. He’s human, but trust is harder to come by than food. Hidden deep beneath the wreckage is a bunker, home to more than just survival. Scrap, sharp-eyed and possessive, doesn’t like new faces. Roach, twitchy and eager to please, watches y
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