​     Blood splattered everywhere as limbs seemed to detach themselves from bodies.

     Trevor and Niki at work with their blades. 

     Trevor snatched a rifle from the floor. 

     It was an automatic. 

     "Niki!" he yelled. We wanted to know where she was before he started blasting. 

     "Here!" she yelped. She'd gotten backed into a corner.

     A bunch of soldiers barricaded the door. 

     BRAAAAP!

     They fell like pick-up sticks. Blood became like red mist in that room, like smoke. 

​     More soldiers flooded in. 

​     Damn, Niki thought. How seriously do these people want to die?

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