Seeing it reminded her of too many things, so she put a bullet through it. The man fell but his finger jerked the trigger of the huge single-barrel ten-gauge shotgun he carried. The buckshot sprayed the room and two pellets caught Dez—one in the shoulder and one in the cheek. She staggered, pain exploding and blood pouring from the wounds. One of the refugee women sat down with her back to the wall, a dozen spots on her face and throat suddenly blossoming with red. Her eyes rolled up and she fell over. Two other women rushed to try and stanch the wounds, and Dez had no idea if they were already too late. Another man raised a Ruger Blackhawk at her, but he suddenly shrieked and twisted around as one of his dead friends on the floor bit deeply into his calf. There were a dozen corpses crowning the living room and a few had been dropped with head wounds. The others were writhing and moaning as new life ignited in their brains and new hungers awoke in their souls. The four living men who were trying to get to Dez and the refugees.
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