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- “Here! Use this!”
- Claire spun, saw that Mr. X was positioning itself for its killing strike—and saw the silhouette high
- above, on the walkway over the train. A woman’s voice, a woman’s shape, the shadowed figure
- throwing something—
- · Who?
- —that clattered across the concrete, landing be-tween her and Mr. X. It was metal, it was
- silver—she’d seen them in movies, it was a machine gun—and Claire ran for it. Another final hope,
- another chance, however slim, that she and Sherry would survive.
- She reached the weapon, dropped, saw X pushing itself toward her, the thunder of its steps shaking the
- ground and she scooped up the heavy gun, kicking against the floor and rolling onto her back, her shaking
- hand finding the trigger, her body moving to accommodate the weapon. Stock on the ground, arms
- twisted around the cold metal, aiming—
- · Please... Please...
- The monster was only a step away when the spray of bullets crashed out of the gun, a clattering, rattling
- string of tiny explosions that shook Claire’s entire body—and whammed into the gut of the beast, the
- sheer force of so many rounds stopping it in mid-stride—and pushing it back.
- · Tattatattatatta—
- She felt the vibrating metal trying to shake itself free of her grip, so she held it tighter, the butt of the
- weapon tapping against the floor at a manic pace. The bullets were still pounding into the creature’s
- abdomen, so fast and so many that she couldn’t hear her own gasping cries of fury and pain and
- exaltation.
- Mr. X was trying to move forward, but a strange thing was happening, a strange and beautiful
- thing. Its gut was being shredded by the endless stream of rounds, its midsection gaining depth and
- texture, black fluids coursing down its lower half from the ragged, growing wound. X’s mouth was open,
- an empty hole like its eye socket—and like the socket, thick liquid was pouring out, obscuring its pitiless
- face.
- · Tattatattatat—
- Claire held on, directing the hail, watching the creature try to stand against the pulsing, crashing spray.
- Watching it bleed. Watching as it seemed to—condense, its massive body crumpling, its torso sinking
- down.
- The bullets still flying, Mr. X raised its arms—
- -and split in two.
- Claire took her finger off the trigger as X’s upper body toppled to the cement, a wet slap of heavy meat,
- and its legs collapsed, falling to one side, more strange blood gushing from both halves. Pools of shiny
- black grew around the massive pieces of its broken body, forming stinking puddles.
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