The group had been on the road for weeks, moving from place to place in search of safety and supplies. As they walked through the abandoned streets, they spotted a lone figure in the distance.
As they got closer, they saw that it was a man, tall and lean, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. He was dressed in a black leather jacket and jeans, and he held a shotgun in his hands.
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