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My breathing begins to labor, I keep running dodging the zombies and pushing them away as I hold my left hand over the bullet shot on my ride side. I have to stop the bleeding... and soon.
I spot a gas station not too far away, that's my best shot.
I can hear gun shots behind me... Manami isn't too far behind. She's going to kill me for what I've done, I push open the door to the gas station and close it behind me... Luckily none of the zombies saw me go in and walked past the station.
The pain is becoming unbearable.
I slouch against the door to keep it shut, and rip the sleeve off my right arm to tie around my waist, over the wound. The blood gradually begins to flow less, but my shirt is still soaked. I can feel myself going light-headed.
How did I end up here?
Oh. That's right...
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