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Staggering beneath the weight on his back, Trev turned in a full circle to make sure there were no others. |
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Then he went blind as the arm across his throat jerked sideways, shifting the plastic bag and sliding the eyeholes away from his eyes. |
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He stumbled backward. Struck something that made the person on his back grunt. Sounded like a woman. Probably is a woman, he thought. Not much force in the choke hold. More like she was just trying to hold on and ride him. |
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He took a step forward, then threw himself back hard, pounding her against the obstruction. This time, the impact brought more than a grunt. She cried out in pain. The pressure on Trev's throat eased. Reaching up with his left hand, he yanked the arm away. She slid down his back. He pulled her sideways just enough to give himself a target, then shot his elbow into her body. A good solid blow that pounded the air out of her. He felt her start to slump, trapped between his back and the wall or whatever it was that he'd battered her against. |
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Lurching away from her, Trev adjusted his mask until he found the eyeholes. He was standing over the man who'd come at him with the knife. The guy wore sneakers. He had a cave just above his groin. |
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Trev pumped the shotgun. As he started to swing around, he saw a man standing by the curb, trying to fit his severed arm onto the gushing stump below his shoulder. Trev blasted him in the chest. The guy |
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