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raped, sodomized. One man had his head completely buried inside the split torso of another like a dog searching for a hidden treat: even as he delved, a drenched woman chopped an axe into his spine and let out a wild laugh.
Shouldn't have come out here, John thought.
No, this is best. This is how we blend in.
He nudged Lynn toward a waitress scurrying nearby. The woman still wore the bodice of her costume, but her skirt was gone. The handle of a knife protruded from her shoulder blade. 'Get her,' John yelled. Lynn caught on and hurled herself onto the woman's back. Cassy, with a quick nod to John, leaped onto the two.
None of the real crazies joined in.
They were all too busy.
John scanned the crowd quickly, seeking a restaurant patron to attack.
He saw the cop.
Reloading.
The man was several strides away, standing motionless in the swamp of gore and thrashing bodies, his head down as he stuffed cartridges into the cylinder of his revolver.
John didn't want to go for him. He wanted to blend in, damn it, join in the fighting and be invisible.
I'm not a damn hero, he thought.
He just wanted to survive and make sure Lynn survived so they could get home to Kara.
He didn't want to go for the cop even as he leaped over someone squirming atop a body, elbowed a man

 
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