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“Nicky, we’re going to the mountains, ok?” Mike desperately fixes up the rifle.
Nick is… He gets up from the table, and waits for instructions from Mike. One minute, Linda was here, now she’s not.
Nick never would have picked up the phone if he knew all this would happen.
At least they’ll go to the mountains. At least he’ll see the trees.
“Pack that up,” Says Mike, pointing at the burger chunks, “Put ‘em in a bag, we’re leaving.”
Nick finds an old KFC box, and chucks the meat right in. Then he searches the kitchen for a grocery bag, finally remembering that they’re under the sink.
Mike looks more and more anxious as the minutes go by. He’s gathering up clothes into a suitcase.
“Alright, I gotta start the car, come on.”
Nick carries his dinner along and joins Michael as he unlocks the door.
As soon as the door opens, a barrage of bullets pierce straight through them, and knock them backwards into the house. Like shrapnel.
*Oh yeah, I was in a war, wasn’t I?*
Nothing happens to Mike, at first. Other than the blood spilling out of him like a fountain.
But Nick starts convulsing violently. There’s something in these bullets. He can’t see anything, every thought is being drained from his head.
The last thing he feels is a pair of weak, hole-punched arms wrapping him up and following him into nothingness.