Part 3: Hard Days and Trouble

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There, in the thick of a seething mass of Infected- an army that numbered uncountable thousands- stood a tall figure with hair so faded by it's dark brown hair, bits of white in the tips, tall with broad shoulders. It was too far away to see his eyes, But Mal was sure- dead certain- that one would be brown and the other as red as flame.

The figure stared right at her. It was smiling.

Mal had seen it.

Seen him.

"No...," she whispered to herself. "No."

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