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Blake was not happy. The dead were rising from the ground, and clawing their way out of the walls. They were not real dead people. Their skeleton bodies were made out of metal. Blake fired a shot, the bullet slammed into a metal skull of one of the things and bounced off ineffectively much to his surprise.
"Stupid metal undead machines," Blake said when he realized that he was seriously outnumbered, he took to the air.
"This is going to be boring," He spoke too soon as one of the yellow eyed monsters leapt in to the air and wrapped its skeletal hand around Blake's throat.
"You really need to get off of me," he said as he snapped the arm in half with one easy break, and wondered why he could do what his bullets couldn't as the thing fell back into the ever growing horde. He didn't qu
