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We call them Walkers and they are everywhere. 1760Please respect copyright.PENANAMYqNJrMvUp
You save them, you die.1760Please respect copyright.PENANAWwkZ2eX6PU
There is only one thing that matters.1760Please respect copyright.PENANAbdPpJyGxUQ
You kill or you are killed.1760Please respect copyright.PENANASWaLExCdlg