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Chrono let out a long whistle. It resounded across the Zone and FREAK heard it. He jerked his head to his right and ran across, realising instantly that it was a signal.

Sure enough, he was in Chrono's sight, who motioned to him to come over. Chrono pointed to where Flayed lay, looking like a blotted out red Christmas tree with blood oozing out everywhere from his white patched HPs. Freak walked over, his steps rustling over the dry leaves.

Flayed heard him, but made no motion of saving himself, other than lift a weak hand.

BLAM!!

BLAM!!

BLAM!!

BLAM!!

BLAM!!

BLAM!!

All of the bullets thudded in several parts of Flayed's chest and sides, and he coughed up a lot of blood. His last remaining 3 HPs could do little to patch these new wounds, and he was losing blood in torrents. He lay there wincing and groaning in pain, SEVERELY WOUNDED, a part of him praying to the Gods that the remaining Grindhouse member doesnt shoot even ONE bullet into him.

The Gods were listening...somewhere...


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