Prologue

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I was waking down the empty street, gun in hands, tumbleweeds tumbling across the road and deserted houses with no one in plain sight. I kept walking silently and cautious. My shotgun in hand and my chain blade in its own little pocket on my belt.  Something in the distance howled. I turned my head and started walking carefully towards it thinking, what could it be.

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