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“We go around,” Marcus said.

Elena felt something crack inside her chest. It was the ice she had built around her heart. zombie retreats

“He was right,” she said finally. “It’s not a place. It’s a promise. That you won’t stop. That you’ll keep the thing inside you—the living thing—chugging forward, even when the tracks are rusted and the world is ash.” “We go around,” Marcus said

They approached with their hands visible, their weapons lowered. The man with the beard saw them first. He raised a hunting rifle, then lowered it when he saw Leo’s hollow cheeks and Elena’s raw, chapped hands. “We go around