Jack was about 2 miles away from the city when the police cruiser started sputtering. Pulling onto the shoulder, he realized the needle on the gas gauge was on empty. "Looks like I'm on foot from here." Jack said as he pulled out the duffel bag from the back seat. He pulled a loaded Colt M4A1 Carbine out of the duffel bag, then slug the bag over his shoulders.
Jack gripped his rifle tightly as he started walking down the road leading toward Rustone. Even from 2 miles, Jack could see the city, and saw columns of smoke, coming from several points in the city. "I hope my luck will change for the better." Jack thought to himself as he continued walking. After walking for over an hours,
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