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There were a few more zombies which came charging to the base of the iron pillar, pushing glasses-player to the floor. Some were gnawing on his head, some were chewing on his leg, while others were able to chew through his stomach and started clawing out his intestines. Yet, Glasses-player didn’t die yet, he was still resisting even ...

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