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[Angela freezes mid-dab of the tooth-marked wound on her upper arm to stare at the screen. Her stomach lurches at all the blood and the bits of sheep splattered on the wall, but stops as soon as her eyes land on a familiar shaped object.

Wait a minute. Is that a gun?]

Holy shit.

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