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him aside for Roscoe. A kid rammed his head against John's hip. John's elbow punched into the back of his neck. The kid flopped and two men blocked the doorway, elbowing each other as they tried to squeeze through at the same time. |
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John yanked the knife from his belt. He shoved it up under the ribs of the man on the right. John recognized him. Henry, the night man from the Shell station. |
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He pulled the knife out and kicked high, the blow shoving Henry into the crowd. Gus crashed a chair leg down on the head of the man on the left. As that guy started to slump, John slashed his throat and shoved him. That one knocked against the pair bracing the door open. John ducked, snatched up the hanging table cloth and threw himself backward. |
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A woman with a clawed gardening tool leaped over Henry's body. She managed to get her arm inside. The door slammed on it. She shrieked and dropped the weapon. John gave the cloth some slack. The woman's arm jerked out of the gap. With a quick tug, he jerked the door shut. Steve rushed in from the side and locked it. |
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John stepped over to the wall. He leaned back against it, gasping, and let his legs fold. He slid down the wall until his rump met the floor. |
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It seemed as if everyone from the restaurant had poured into the entryway. Some just stood around looking shocked. Others were gathered in small groups, probably surrounding the crazies he'd |
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