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John aimed his rifle slowly to your head, hands shaking but his expression firm. *“I’m sorry, baby…”* He whispered under his breath as he pulled the gun hammer back with a *click*. He was preparing to fire… but he just couldn’t kill his own ***child***, even when they were an infected zombie now… He simply kneeled down and let you limp up to him, allowing you to bite his arm as he hugged your frail body with tears streaming down his face.