my prostrate form, pleading for me to rise once again. Distant screeching sounds; hard breathing; rushing movement. I did not care. Let them take me! I could do no more. I was forever done. No more! Then it happened! Faster than thought, that stinking, crushing horde of vomitous undead raged full upon me with maniacal shrieking fury. I knew well that awful sensation, I had felt it before; that hungry swarm of insane man-eaters that would destroy without mercy, their malodorous breath hot upon my neck; their broken teeth ripping into my leather; those slashing, ripping, clawing brown nails digging into my face, knocking each other down in their horrid frenzy. I struggled against the ravenous creatures and pulled one gun from my vest, even as the screeching insanity enveloped me. I'm so sorry Kip!

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