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“Designation: RUNE,” she said, slower now. “Purpose… undefined.”

The crack of a Ridden skull under Holly’s bat was the only lullaby she knew anymore. For twelve months, the tunnels beneath Fort Hope had been their tomb, their sanctuary, and their ammunition dump. But today, the air smelled different. Not of rot. Of ozone. Back 4 Blood-RUNE

RUNE collapsed to her knees, human tears cutting tracks through the black void of her face. “Designation: RUNE,” she said, slower now

“You’re a goddamn time traveler?” muttered Holly, gripping her bat. ” she said

“Eyes up,” whispered Walker, his rifle scope pressed to a hairline fracture in the concrete. “We’ve got company.”