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Nick was sick of staring at the safe room wall.
The other two were out scavenging for much needed medical supplies. They'd all agreed that someone should stay behind and keep watch.
Earlier there had been shouting and running and shooting. There had been claws and teeth and blood. Nick's heart had been ripped and torn and shredded.
He wasn't the one the Hunter had chosen.
A wet breath was released up from a torn chest. Fever glazed eyes stared at nothing; a hand clutched limply to a battered hat.
Nick was sick of staring at the safe room wall.