CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
THURSDAY, AUGUST 19, 2027 12:47pm
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Marcus staggered across to the bodies. He ached all over and something had happened to his leg. He dragged it more than put weight on it. Somewhere while jumping or twisting or being held down by the thing he strained his ankle, again. He hoped there were no breaks.
He crept up on the bloody heap that remained of Z. He saw no movement, but he didn’t trust the thing. The sword Z had been carrying lay loose on the ground, while the sword Mike had stabbed him with protruded from his back, pointing straight into the air. Marcus didn’t even see Mike buried beneath the body.
“Mike, can you hear me?” he asked as he got closer.
Now a portion of Mike’s legs appeared beneath the massive body. Blood pooled everywhere and Marcus
