🟢 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:
[Day 2. The sirens keep echoing through the dead city, but the fences still stand—because I’m making sure they do.
The infected swarm the perimeter, clawing at steel and screaming for flesh, but this time I’ve got air support.
My drone hovers above the line, its minigun tearing through anything that moves.
Smoke. Fire. The stench of the undead.
I’m the last inspector on duty, and I refuse to let them break through.
As long as my drone has ammo, this fence holds.]
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