Eric eventually pulled up just outside the Bitterwood police station. Eric remembered the last time he'd been brought here before he was locked up a second time. He stepped out of his truck and approached the front of the building, holding his Uzi close. The building looked pretty trashed. Several windows were broken, mangled bodies were strewn everywhere, and an old police car was burning on the front lawn. Eric walked toward the building, gripping his Uzi tightly. He opened the front door to find the interior was a complete mess. Papers and trash littered the floor, and the walls were riddled with bullet holes. The lights were still on, but most of them were burnt out or flickering. Eric started to make his way through the police station, searching each room for anything useful. Several minutes later, he came across,
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