Alyssalee’s panic was quickly replaced by sweet adrenaline and hot determination. Betty tossed her a full magazine, and they both took off toward the fray. They didn’t have to go far before they saw them. Dark figures strolled in from the wood line. No apparent urgency, just evil swagger. Recognition swept across one emerging from the trees directly in front of Betty and her position. This recognition turned into a sprint toward them. These fleshmongers had painted faces. White skulls with black highlights hidden behind hoods, not that dissimilar from the vestiges of UNUM. Betty, being practical, landed a Hypatia dart center-mass in its chest. Alyssalee went for the headshot, landing one in the fleshy part of its left cheek.
It gingerly plucked the hot pink annoyances out with a sinister
