Doomsday Warrior 04 - Bloody America - Plot & Excerpts
Rock, Kim, and the president had to continually swat at their faces and hands. The creatures were in a state of frenzy at so much death to dine on spread out across the corpse-strewn prairie. The buzzing insects seemed unable to tell the difference between the living and the dead as they dove in kamikaze squadrons against the freefighters’ flesh. “Damn, these fucking flies—they’re driving me mad,” Langford barked out suddenly. Rock stopped and looked. The president’s face was already swelling up from the countless little nips. The Doomsday Warrior took off Mt. Ed’s pack and pulled out one of two gourds of water stored within. Out here in the middle of nowhere water was more precious than gold, but Langford was obviously in trouble. Rock wetted down a flannel shirt from the pack and handed it to Langford who covered his head and shoulders. It worked. The flies buzzed angrily around the protective shielding and then tore off, too confused to waste more time.
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