Man and zombie, eyes locked on each other. We were about fifteen to twenty feet apart. I had to act first. “Claire, get behind me,” I barked as I got my rifle ready for battle. I moved Claire to my rear to confuse the two Red-Eyes, and maybe make the coming fight a little easier. Red-Eye #1, the one closest to us, started to move. Claire obeyed and got behind me while Red-Eye #2, who was further away, retreated a little bit. He backed off, and started to circle around to try and flank us. Something was wrong. These were not ordinary Red-Eyes. There was something about them that just wasn’t right. Something about them was weird. Red-Eyes were usually pretty sharp, but they always acted like maniacs when they spotted fresh, live meat. They spotted you, and came running. These guys were different. They moved a little slower, and a lot more deliberately. The two of them almost looked like they were sizing us up, and choosing an attack plan. It was not usual Red-eye behavior. Both of them fixed their big, red, beady eyes on me and my rifle.
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