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In one motion, Marshall grabbed Frank’s twelve gauge shotgun, cocked it, and blew the boy’s head off.

Black pus poured out from where the boy’s head was. The white body took one step towards Marshall, took a swipe, and collapsed.

Marshall fell to his knees. His Walkie Talkie started buzzing again. He picked it up.

"What is it now, David?" he said.

"Sir? You sound tired, did something happen?"

"Yeah," said Marshall, "Oh David?"

"yes sir?"

"Come up to the heating control room," said Marshall, "and bring me a bud."

The End

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