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Oso growled. Crab-Leg licked his lips nervously.
"Oh boy, this ain't good," one of them said and their voice cracked. It wasn't Gato, that was for sure. He was screaming at the top of his lungs and charging the growing crowd, switchblade ready. He plowed into one and slashed at another, spitting curses left and right. Shivers was the next to go, what a follower, shouting back that someone should go get Alonzo. He laid in a punch that dropped one creature, but another crept up from behind and pulled Shivers to the ground. Before anyone could respond, five more piled on top and ripped the boy apart. JB watched in horror, but noticed he was no longer the center of attention. It was his chance to escape, and maybe the cops were preoccupied by this mess as well. Was a free? Well, free, aside from whatever this apocalypse that was going on?
As the great Oso leapt into action, JB took off running from the scene as fast as he could. He wouldn't look back, he couldn't. And Crab-Leg was a gimp, so he wouldn't catch him. JB ran along the dock, the sounds of waves to his left, the sounds of death to his right. He was headed south and he had no intention of stopping. No intention, that is, until a bullet caught his shoulder and he collapsed on the soggy boards. It had only grazed him, but it was enough to through off his stride. He lay there still for a moment, then sat up to see who had shot him. Walking toward him, gun steady, was his boss. Alonzo snarled and turned the handgun sideways as he grew closer.
"Runnin' again, huh?" he barked.
JB opened his mouth to explain, but he noticed a remnant of the hoard moving toward them. Gato was at their lead, now moving much slower. The transformed gangster, scrawny as ever, moaned a high-pitched sort of noise and Alonzo turned to see, keeping the gun fixed on JB. Without looking back, the boss pulled the trigger and sent a bullet into JB's stomach. He then set to shooting the oncoming hoard of undead. He did manage to stop a few, Gato being the first, but guns can only kill for so long. When he ran out of shots, it was already too late, and the creatures were amassing atop the big-nosed boss.
While the zombies feasted upon his former gang leader, JB watched, paralyzed by the pain of his wound. He knew they wouldn't stay distracted forever, though. He prayed again, the second time in two days, begging God for a way out. Then he pulled himself up and preceded to walk further down the dock. There, he found a speedboat waiting. No keys, but he knew a thing or two about wires. He read the side of the boat - The Reckoning. He would've laughed if his belly wasn't falling out. JB climbed into The Reckoning and hot-wired it to start. Full tank of gas and everything. The roar of the engine drowned out the sounds of ripping flesh behind him, and he saw no need to look back. He was headed south and he had no intention of stopping.
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