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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. |
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Shouldn't have come out here, John thought. |
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No, this is best. This is how we blend in. |
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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. |
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None of the real crazies joined in. |
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John scanned the crowd quickly, seeking a restaurant patron to attack. |
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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. |
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John didn't want to go for him. He wanted to blend in, damn it, join in the fighting and be invisible. |
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I'm not a damn hero, he thought. |
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He just wanted to survive and make sure Lynn survived so they could get home to Kara. |
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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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