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Destruction

Ev and Steve reached the movie the movie theater in 5 minutes, unloaded their gear quickly, and walked up to the door. An employee, not more than 17, blocked the glass doors, “I have to see some ID before I let you in.” he stammered, looking anxiously from one to the other.

“Guess it’s rated R.” Steve muttered, pulling out his wallet with the Hawthorn badge tucked inside. Ev followed suit, and he opened the door, closing it quickly behind them. The zombies, it seemed, really liked concessions. Well, they liked the people who hadn’t gotten away from the stand fast enough. Ev loaded her crossbow, which had been stowed in the backseat of the Cherokee, and Steve placed a can of gasoline on the ground, kneeling to open his kit.

One of the zombies clambered over the glass countertop filled with candy, an ear still between its corroded teeth. Ev dropped to one knee and fired upward through his jaw, into the back of this skull, sending his head careening skyward. She turned to Steve, “Napalm ready?” she asked.

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