I'm a back with my first M rated story hope you like it – Lone Wolf 59.The city was quiet. To quiet, blood dried paper flew across the ground and it started to rain. A single pair of footsteps broke through the dark wet night. A man walked down the dead street "well this sucks" the man said "first I get separated from the group and now it's raining" he said out loud. He looked around to see if anything was out of place. Nope. Good no undead but no survivor's ether. He walked farther down the broken street and herd talking at a nearby gas station. So he did the most normal thing. He walked up to them. But before he could get to them something jumped on him and bit his neck. At this he wiped out a magnum and shot its head it fell over in a heap. Next he put the gun to his head and shot the last thing he heard was a female voice yelling "Donovan No!".
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