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He pulled the charging handle back, the metallic click cutting through the groans of the restless dead outside. This wasn't the flimsy civilian rifle he’d scavenged in Muldraugh; this was a tool built for endurance. He checked the magazine—5.45mm rounds, cold and sharp. They were rare in these parts, but he had been lucky enough to find a small cache hidden behind a false wall.

The humid Kentucky air felt heavier than usual as Nikolai wiped the grease from his palms. In his hands lay a pristine AK-74, a relic of a home he hadn't seen in a decade, now his only companion in a world that had gone silent. He had found it tucked away in a crate marked with the faded emblem of the Post-Soviet Armory, a strange anomaly in the middle of a Knox County warehouse. 2891251749.zip

: Features a wide range of domestic and foreign weapon models from the post-Soviet space. He pulled the charging handle back, the metallic