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Chapter 8 by Torg Torg

What next?

Stumble back to the others

As you walk out of the restaurant with the supplies you found, you stumble, your legs weak from shock. Your sight is rather blurry too. You decide that discretion is good, and you start walking back to the tunnel and your companions. Images of Ritter's blood spraying, then pooling on the floor fill your mind, and half way back you stop to dry heave in a corner.

It takes you quite a while to find the tunnel in the food court. You climb through till you come to the blocked door. You pound on it.

"It's me! It's Alex!" you call through the small lookout hole in the makeshift barrier. You see an eye briefly, then the barrier is removed. You drag yourself into the room. Guns are pointed at you. But the tension eases when Ritter isn't with you.

"What happened to Ritter?" asks Jake.

You look up at him, raising your chin enough to show your knife wound. "He attacked me, tried to **** me. I had to kill him." Your strength and pride wane, as the blood drains from your head with the memory of his blood squirting on the floor. You slump to the floor, scattering your four industrial-sized cans of baked beans and cling peaches. The black invades your eyes and head.

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