Using what felt like the last of my strength, I kicked the dead thing with my left foot and scooted far enough to free myself. Driscoll emerged from his stupor and stomped over to me. "I should shoot you," he said. My arms felt hopelessly weak, as if the bones and muscle had been removed. Not only that, rivers of blood ran from my shredded flesh. Now that the shock was wearing off, my arms and hands felt like they were continually being stung by a thousand wasps. I wasn't certain my legs would hold me up even if I could manage the strength to rise. "Help me up," I said to Driscoll. His features twisted with anger. Driscoll barked out, "the general shall hear of your insubordination." "And she'll hear about your cowardice," I shouted. "You son of a bitch. You almost got us all killed. I'd cut off your balls but I don't think you have any." "How...How dare you?" he sputtered. A fiery blaze lit in his eyes. Driscoll's arm rose upward until I found myself staring into the muzzle of the pistol, with his finger twitching against the trigger.
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