Dawn of Destruction

Dawn of Destruction

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The girl in the bathrooms skeletal composition was illuminated.She still had flesh, but a chunk of her head was missing. At this point Mari wasn't surprised by the non-existent blood stains that should've been on the floor from the females shattered skull. To the left of her lay another abomination, legs tore off in segments. It was still writhing to get the meat off of something living with blood. Unbothered, Mari drew her pistol and shot it in the back of its head. The minute she did that she could hear footsteps approaching the bathroom at any minute. She held her pistol out in fear. "Shit, I'm all out.." She whispered. "This could really be the end..." Just as she said that, a horde of starving, bloodless, human flesh craving, lifeless undead humanoids walked through the door. There was something different about these ones. And she didn't know what. Her only option: RUN. One key problem though; She was all alone. Find out what happens to Mari in Dawn of Destruction and follow her through her path of survival.
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