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And custom campaigns felt like you went an alternate route, instead. Your helped by random strangers who will only drop you off at any place they feel like. Being faced with the challenge of having to bear with the constant feeling of loneliness as you proceed your way down streets you awkwardly remember. But don't recall being there, its a constant feeling of you forgetting. And the tanks feel like the only infected who have made it out, except. They're burnt, beat up by bullets. And are fighting only because the Green Flu made them to. When in reality, they will just become everything else. Dead.