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Hunkering down next to Kiki and Eddie, the latter shoots you a reassuring, if not somewhat forced smile as you continue to plink away at the approaching hordes! Despite their superior numbers, you notice that they’re far more robotic in their approach to murdering you–a small blessing, you think as you hear the roaring engine approach from beyond the hill, but a blessing nonetheless.
“Here they come!” Tucker announces as Kiki clears the path with her machine gun! As you prepare to help Tucker with Mitz, your extraction is put on hold when you notice it’s not <span class="mu-i">your</span> vehicle cresting the hill above you, nor is it just <span class="mu-i">ONE.</span>
Locked in a tight formation are about five hot rods–each filled to the brim with skeletons carrying rockets, rifles, and flamethrowers! As they spray the latter in the air, you blanch at who you see leading the charge in the front car’s driver’s seat: an all-too-familiar skeleton wearing a denim jacket and a cigarette hanging loosely from his unmoving mouth.
Your moment of hesitation gives them all the time they need to skid down the hill towards you, and it’s only after Kiki violently shakes your shoulder with a pleading look on her face that you get back into action. Drawing your <span class="mu-g">ROCKET LAUNCHER</span> in slightly-trembling hands, you aim the sights at Cliff as he and his posse swerve to make themselves difficult targets.
One truck explodes when Eddie bullseyes the driver. Another flips when Kiki bisects a whole wheel from the rest of the car. With three still rushing towards you, you swallow the growing lump in your throat as you let your payload fly towards the leading vehicle.
He doesn’t even try to dodge it.
Watching you with his hollow, glowing eyes, you don’t get anything out of Cliff as he and his entourage erupt into a burst of flames and debris. With the front car down, the other two split up to flank you as even <span class="mu-i">more</span> skeletons arrive to replace the fallen!
“C’mon, Stan…” Eddie mutters as he gently pulls you by the shoulder, “Gotta move…”
Right, you nod, still adrift in a sea of conflicting emotions. You said it yourself: you’ll have time to mourn later, but still-
As if finishing your thought, <span class="mu-b">THE VAN</span> flies over the hill guns-a-blazin’ as Gus lays on the horn! Seeing a cornucopia of spells being hurled out the back too, you quickly come to the conclusion that yes, they picked up Syb at least!
Skidding to a halt next to you, Gus hastily slaps the driver’s side door as the hot rods swoop in for the kill! “Let’s <span class="mu-s">GO!</span>”
Helping Tucker load Mitzi into the back past the turret, you rap your knuckles on the side when everyone’s in and blast off!
>CONTD.
