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... ombie intestines when I hear it.
Click.
The undeniable, soul-chilling click of a gun being cocked behind me.
I freeze and ever so slowly and I raise my blood-slick hands in surrender. I don’t turn. I don’t breathe. I sure as shit don’t say anything smart. Not yet.
"Okay," I say carefully. "If this is about the vending machine, I swear I wasn’t actually gonna eat the Snickers."
A voice growls behind me. "Try anything funny, and I’ll blow your brains out." < ...
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