[ It's not like he's never seen the dead rise back up. It's just they don't usually talk. Carver goes very still, eyes going wide and then very narrow as the motherfucker - eye still wrenched, blood and gore dripping down his cheek - stands up to his full height and starts talking. Neat as you please.
Oh, Carver thinks, and then, with a sudden flash of horror: this is probably what a psychotic break feels like.
Fuck the noise. He just reacts, and draws his shiny new pistol. ]
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Oh, Carver thinks, and then, with a sudden flash of horror: this is probably what a psychotic break feels like.
Fuck the noise. He just reacts, and draws his shiny new pistol. ]