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Gunmetal grips your palms as decaying shadows stagger into crosshairs. Conserve ammo—every round counts when fangs outnumber bullets. Early waves fall easy, but steel yourself; rotting tides rise. Groans swell into snarls as deadlier hordes close in. Barrel hot, boots steady. Lock, load, and paint the ruins red.
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