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Marcus nodded, but his eyes were fixed on the shadow looming near the warehouse door. It wasn't a standard "shambler" or even a "feral." It was a —a massive, bloated wall of muscle and bone-plate that could tear a car in half as easily as a loaf of bread. Its skin was a sickly, bruised purple, and its roar sounded like a freight train grinding to a halt.

"We can't take it head-on," Marcus said, his voice barely audible. "The Juggernaut Edition doesn't play fair. These things are tougher than the ones back in the valley."

He scrambled over the debris, fingers fumbling with the latch. Inside sat the toolkit, gleaming under the grime. But as he grabbed it, the ground shook. The Juggernaut hadn't been fooled for long. It had doubled back, its massive fist smashing through the warehouse wall just inches from Marcus’s head. State.of.Decay.2.Juggernaut.Edition.v20220525-P...

"This is the spot," Maya whispered, gesturing toward the rusted remains of a Red Talon supply drop. "The radio chatter said there’s a high-grade toolkit in there. If we get it, we can finally fix the ambulance at the fire station."

Marcus didn't need to be told twice. He dove through a window, glass shredding his jacket, and hit the pavement hard. Behind him, the warehouse groaned as the Juggernaut barreled through the front doors, a force of nature fueled by nothing but hunger. Marcus nodded, but his eyes were fixed on

They reached the fire station base just as the sun broke through the clouds. The gates swung shut, the heavy iron bars clicking into place. Marcus dropped the toolkit on the workbench, his lungs burning. He looked out through the sniper tower at the silhouette of the Juggernaut still wandering the treeline.

"We survived today," Marcus said, wiping blood from his forehead. "We can't take it head-on," Marcus said, his

"Run!" Maya screamed, loosing a flurry of bolts that bounced harmlessly off the monster's thick hide.