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- He pointed behind them, to the north side of the street. More exes were stumbling out of a nearby storefront that might have been a Blockbuster at one point and a pizza place on the south corner. Exes wearing helmets. Some of them even had tactical vests and other scraps of body armor.
- There were another hundred of them, at least. Maybe even two hundred. With the ones already swarming around Big Blue, that meant close to a thousand. The sound of clicking teeth almost drowned out the truck’s engine.
- …
- No question about it, St. George thought. Legion had figured out how to set a half-decent trap. He wasn’t supervising it, but he didn’t need to. It wasn’t difficult to predict what would happen when a bunch of exes surrounded a dozen or so humans.
- Excerpt From Ex-Communication, pg 131, 134
- Peter Clines
- https://books.apple.com/us/book/ex-communication/id635706546
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