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“Just keep moving, Rye. Just keep moving.”
His arms were weights, his legs made of rubber. It was a struggle to move and a struggle to stay conscious, but Ryan made a promise, and he was going to keep it.
That promise was all that was left. Of anything.
The air was putrid throughout the tunnel. What once was built for the transference of drinking water was now Ryan’s deliverance from certain death, but the odor of decay surrounding him only reminded him that death was still chasing him.
A week ago, Ryan’s squad flew in alongside the Engineer Corps to erect the Tulsa barrier. Ryan, Hicksy, Grotts, Junior, and Bird. The five of them had been all around the world, infiltrated numerous strongholds, and fought their way home every time.
Every time until the last time.
He had aw
