John Wick
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The city was a disaster. Everything looked like it was straight out of a movie. Zombies roamed around the streets, buildings abandoned, vegetation slowly taking over. And then here you were, with a gun about to run out of bullets and a dull blade.
You were running out of luck until you had bumped into someone. A survivor at last.
"Who are you." John demanded, his gun pointed right at you.