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Pain shot up Bert's leg as teeth ripped easily through his jeans. He fired off the shot he was holding before even letting himself wince, and then his gun was in his hand, and the dog exploded into blood and bone. It took him a couple more steps to shake off the remains of its head, though, and his calf was bleeding profusely.

"Emily!" he yelled, over the thunder of guns as his comrades joined in the fighting. "Hold on, Em, I'm coming!" Slower for his injury, that was for damned sure, but coming nonetheless, his heavy gun moving in his hand like a living thing, every shot hitting home.

Behind them, Roland rolled his eyes, but he was heading into the fray, too, following Kaine along the higher road with both guns blazing.
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