“Yeah,” Griffin said.
“Human or zombie?”
Griffin tilted his head, his tone lazy. “Could be a ghost.”
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He stared at Hayley and slowly broke into a sweet, innocent smile.
A smile full of sharp fangs.
“Reeths!”
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Hayley stared at the sudden appearance, clearly surprised. “Are you a survivor from here?”
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“Don’t come any closer!” The woman broke down crying as Hayley stepped forward, terror written all over her body language
Hayley stopped.
At that moment, Griffin took the initiative and walked ahead “Hey, don’t be scared. We’re good peuple We’re here to rescue survivors.”
As Griffin approached, the woman strangely stopped resisting. Even her crying ceased. She asked cautiously, “Are you here to save us?”
Hayley felt helpless.
What the hell?
She asked questions and got ignored. Griffin opened his mouth, and suddenly it worked.
Did this guy come with some kind of built-in charm buff?
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