"In the long run, we shape ourselves and our lives. The process never ends until we die."
- Eleanor Roosevelt
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"Hey, hang on!" Drellaxis said as he supported Hector to his shoulder. But then as he stood up, he realized what Hector meant by run. His eyes widened. Fred and Fernando who went after them to help also froze at the sight behind. Two kilometers away from them a horde of the mutant goblin-like monsters they fought before was heading in their direction.
"Shit!" Fernando cursed. "Everyone! Go inside the last truck!" He shouted. "A horde of zombies are approaching. The people hear this panic as they head inside the truck. Liza and the others of the Procuration Exi helped the injured. Fred helped to carry Hector as both he and Drellaxix rushed to the truck.
