For Whom These Killer Weapons Were Made? Dinosaurs?

Henry ran forward without even turning once to check on them. He thought himself as a survivor, lamenting their bad luck and stupidity that would end their lives in vain like this.

He just reached the wide hall, where he once reigned supreme over this whole bunker. The place right now wasn’t as he left it, it was messy, full of rub

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