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Deacon St. John eased off the throttle, letting the drift of the Oregon highway carry him. To his left, the Cascades were jagged teeth against a bruised purple sky. To his right, the "Broken Road"—a graveyard of rusted sedans and abandoned SUVs.

He pulled over near a collapsed tunnel. He needed that part—a fuel pump—or he’d be walking through Freaker territory with nothing but a combat knife and a prayer. He approached a derelict service van, the "Razor1911" logo faded on the side panel, a relic of a world that cared about logistics and deliveries. Days_Gone_v1.06-Razor1911.part09.rar

As he pried the hood open, the silence broke. Not a scream, but a wet, rhythmic slapping sound. Swarmer. Deacon St

Deacon St. John eased off the throttle, letting the drift of the Oregon highway carry him. To his left, the Cascades were jagged teeth against a bruised purple sky. To his right, the "Broken Road"—a graveyard of rusted sedans and abandoned SUVs.

He pulled over near a collapsed tunnel. He needed that part—a fuel pump—or he’d be walking through Freaker territory with nothing but a combat knife and a prayer. He approached a derelict service van, the "Razor1911" logo faded on the side panel, a relic of a world that cared about logistics and deliveries.

As he pried the hood open, the silence broke. Not a scream, but a wet, rhythmic slapping sound. Swarmer.