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Part 3b.

) The piece of broken vase slips out of his hand as posher struggles even more.

Massacre Man: Fuck Punches Off! Punches

He once again move his hand around, this time clasping a bigger piece of the vase. He brings it quickly up into poshers throat. Poshers body writhes for a while, then goes still.

Massacre Man: __V__, where are you?!

He looks around, then hears some muffled fighting in the bedroom. He kicks open the door to see __V__ hitting the deadite over the head with an alarm clock until it stops moving.

__V__: Well, we'd better get out of here. I feel I've played the hero too much. How about Istanbul?

Massacre Man: You can go where ever you like, the fuckers will follow you. Any minute now Zero will have picked up your scent.

__V__: So what happened again-

The motionless deadite srings up from the ground, and in a flash, both he and __V__ have smashed through the 31st floor window. Massacre Man runs to the now smashed window just in time to see __V__ fall through the roof of a mini-van. A swarm of the Deadites push past each other to get into the now, corpse carrying Van.

Massacre Man: What? That can't happen! THAT CANT HAPPEN!

Massacre Man is silenced when two, red furry hands grab him by the neck and pull him out of the window. Zero is holding him above the drop him his hair, whilst he hangs from a little flower pot ledge.

Zero: You gots some 'splainin' to dooo!

Massacre Man: Just try it! Try it! Go on! You know i'll get you in the end. And your mum!

Zero smiles maliciously as he pulls the protagonist up higher. He sinks his teeth into Massacre's neck. Grey blood oozes out. MM screams in pain but still refuses to beg. Zero throws his body onto a nearby roof, then climbs into the apartment.

Zero: Let the games begin...