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When he is sure noone is watching, he wipes a tear from the corner of his eye. He swallows once and straightens his back. Then he follows Larry out of the house, weapon at the ready.
The weather was odd today, almost as if it can't decide between dark stormy clouds, thick patches of mist and rains of blood.
Rains of blood?
Looking up, he saw a commoner, or what was left of it, sticking to the wall of the house.
"Stay alert everyone. I have a feeling it's not entirely safe out here..."
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