![]() Just blocking it until everyone's ready to fall in line. He arranged a monster encounter for me to survive, bam, and next thing you know, I'm one of America's finest. I worked hard, got into federal law enforcement. He's been grooming me for years, knowing that he'd need men in the MCB eventually. The faithful will live forever." Torres slouched in his chair, carelessly gesturing with my gun. "Unbelievers are already dead, they just don't know it yet. " It took a moment for me to register that the horrible scratchy noise was actually my voice. We clean house, and nothing will be able to stop us." When the sun doesn't rise tomorrow, the payback begins. I'll probably use it to put a bullet into some of your friends. "Don't want to get a bunch of scabs on my new gun. "Don't we, you zombie fuck?" He pulled the gun away and snickered. "And we owe it all to Owen Pitt." He pushed the. "The dark new dawn," said one of the cultists. ![]() And we'll be here, living like kings, running the new order." You'll be on the other side, suffering for an eternity. " I was too tired to finish the sentence. "I figure I played Monster Hunter long enough to earn this bad boy. The happy face with horns didn't mean much to him, but he knew it did to me. ![]() He had pulled the Velcro MHI patch off my armor and pinned it to his robe. "And look what else I've got." He stuck out his chest. I'll give them a good home." The others laughed. "Just so you know, I'm keeping your gear. Good-looking women, good-looking guns." He lifted one of my. You're a man after my own heart, somebody who can appreciate the finer things in life. The cord was frayed, but strong, and had already cut deeply into my flesh. My wrists had been tightly bound to the chair arms with orange twine. They had put down a tarp to protect the carpet. There was one closed door and a curtained window off to the side. It was a comfortable but plain apartment, probably attached to the back of the mortuary. I forced myself to pay attention to my surroundings. Maybe I could partially atone for that and somehow take this piece of trash with me. What the hell had I been thinking? Not only was Hood still alive, which meant Earl was doomed, I had also managed to let loose another devil into the world. I failed to take out Hood because of my stupidity. They would occasionally laugh at something Torres said. There were three other men in the room with us. One part of my body would just hurt, until another part started to hurt worse, and that would briefly take my attention, until the next bit topped it. I had no idea that it hurt this much to turn into a zombie. I tried to tune out the pain but it was all-consuming. But don't worry, the High Priest says that you'll hang on long enough to make it to the other side." Hell, I wondered how somebody like you wound up with a hot piece like that Shackleford chick. I had killed zombies that looked healthier than that. The fresh wound on my cheek from the werewolf was festering and leaking pus. The whites of my eyes had taken on a sick yellow tone and they were circled by blackened sockets. There were red blotches on my skin from blood vessels breaking just under the surface. He picked it up and held it so I could see my reflection. "In fact, let me show you." There was a small mirror on the table between us. He had Abomination resting on the chair next to him. Well, you look like shit." He was leaning back in his chair, enjoying himself. That's what you looked like when Agent Franks knocked you out. One of his eyes was bruised and swollen shut. "Well, look who's awake." Torres was sitting across from me. My head rolled to the side so it could spill out. Next I became aware of the taste of blood, my own blood. My body felt like an old garment that had been eaten thin by moths. First came the terrible aching in my bones.
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