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Lots42 had been rescued and taken to a 'Super-Target'. He sat up groggily
and accepted a glass of water a small humanoid shape gave to him. Through a haze of painkillers (Lots42 had broken his nose when he fainted) he learned the situation. 27 Green Berets had been on leave when the zombie plague started. A firefight had broken out and three Berets died before the two dozen secured the Target. During the several months of zombpocalypse the men (well, twenty men and four women) had turned the Target into a self-sustaining society. There had been a few weeks of difficulties before the makeshift farm kicked in but now things were most stable. Raids on nearby stores still had to be made but right now the 24 soldiers and fifteen civilians were sitting well. "Cans." Lots42 said. "Eat out of the cans." "Sure." said the friendly safe. "But those things can keep for years. We're eating the farm food first." Things floated pleasantly (he had reaaally smashed his nose).
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