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Sharpie dashed through the door, stopping on the left side to allow space for everyone else to come in. Wielding his new Laser Rifle, he began opening fire at the remaining Ferals, dropping the nearest two. "They never stop comming, do they?" Sharpie yelled over the gunshots echoing in the hall, grinning to himself. Looking ahead, he found a fork in the hall. Sharpie signaled David and nodded toward the fork, "Which way?"

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