Greg yells, “HURRY UP!”
The group with Greg is in absolute panic. Some are screaming, others pressing to leave. As Deacon looks closer, he locates two bodies
lying in the street not too far from Donavan’s semi. He lowers his shotgun in shock, walking in
what seems to be slow motion towards the two bodies lying in the street, only
focused on who they may have lost. Duke’s
voice explodes with barking and growling.
In Deacon’s head the barking seems so distant. He turns to look at where the barking is
coming from, his mind starts to refocus as he sees a runner coming straight at
him. It is as if everything is returning
at full speed all of a sudden. Deacon clenches
his teeth in anger, raises his gun and squeezes the trigger. The runner drops, but still under the forward
momentum slides to Deacon’s feet. Duke
growls as the runner starts to move again.
Deacon levels his gun, putting a single round through the runner’s head. Deacon reaches into his pocket. Pulling out more shells, he reloads his
shotgun.
“Come, Duke!” Deacon
calls his new friend as he begins to jog towards Greg.
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