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The creature roared, but it wasn't alone. From the rooftops, a Stinger spat a glob of paralyzing phlegm, pinning Jim to the ground.

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The air in Evansburgh didn't just smell like decay; it smelled like copper and wet asphalt. Walker gripped his M4 tight, the vibration of the Humvee still rattling in his bones. Beside him, Holly was sharpening her nail-studded bat, "Dottie," with a rhythmic scrape-shush that was the only thing keeping the silence of the Ridden-infested streets at bay. The creature roared, but it wasn't alone