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Chapter 13, New Player.
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The tension in the abandoned factory was thick enough to choke on. Rusted machinery loomed in the shadows like silent witnesses to the coming confrontation. Qasim's men had formed a tight semicircle around Shihab's group, their weapons glinting in the dim light filtering through broken skylights. The stale air carried the metallic tang of gun oil mixed with the ever-present rot of the zombies that lurked just beyond the crumbling walls.

Shihab kept his shotgun leveled at Qasim's chest, his finger resting lightly on the trigger guard. His voice was calm but carried an edge of steel. "You're smarter than this, Qasim. You know exactly what happens if we start shooting in here. That horde outside? They'll come running like moths to a flame. And the smell of blood?" He shook his head slowly. "None of us will have a chance. Not you. Not your men. Not us."

Qasim chuckled darkly, rolling a gold coin across his knuckles in a practiced motion. The coin caught the light with each rotation, f
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