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- Then he kicked me and I twisted to take it on the hip, saving my groin but getting knocked back against a row of chairs. The mad screeching of the infected was rising in volume, drowning out everything except the gunfire. I straightened, feeling an alarming weakness in my injured leg. He’d gotten the muscle.
- -Rage pg. 438
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