Denver and Taylor look at each other.
Are they shooting at each other?
Sounds like it.
Why the fuck would they…
Taylor starts screaming as the zombie Dylan grabs his arm and twists it like a pretzel. Denver steps forward, kicks Zombie Bob off of Taylor, and puts a rifle shot into his face. Unperturbed, Zombie Bob starts to get up again.
Taylor, give me your knife.
Horrified by his shattered arm, Taylor stands there, hyperventilating.
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- Mikhail Bulgakov
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