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APOCALYPSE RP THREAD
GM: You are now in a small white room. With a table on the center and you sat in the one of the three chairs. You can see from the window many infecteds in the streets.
IC: "We've ran out of foods, let's go." Peper said as he take his assault rifle and tightening his CEDA suit, in the meaning to prevent infections.