"Well done, my dear - down below they're now free of them. Our work here is done. Come along, John."
"Where are we going?" I managed to say through the shaking, having just killed a man.
"WE, my dear? WE are not going anywhere. John and I are going to depart now while THEY..." (he pointed at the screen where the flesh-eaters were on their way up the hill) "are coming up here to have a few words with you. If you find arbitration with them is breaking down, you may find these toffees help cool their ardour. A dieu."
So saying he tossed the bag of foul-smelling sweets towards me.
I watched John and the bizarre man sweep out of the room in one direction while, from the other, all I could hear was an ever-growing howl.
"The best to you - even terrible!" laughed the clown as I raced out of the shop and over Nathan's body.
"Yes, 'even terrible' to you and all, mate!" I shouted as I ran... well, I didn't know where to.
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