Willy spun the cylinder and clicked it back into place, satisfied with the contents. Leaning over the two corpses, he rummaged around gingerly in Johnny's knapsack until he found a few boxes of shells and a large hunting knife. "I'm set for a while, unless I'll need more than forty rounds."
Angie appeared to have sobered up a lot. Seeing someone decapitated will do that, especially when there is blood spattered all over your shirt.
"Hey guys," Angie said with a furrowed brow, "We should probably make the most of our time. Kate and I can make our way to the hospital to find a helicopter, while you two keep on to the U."
Willy was rubbing a spot off his boot with a piece of Johnny's jacket. "That sounds good. Isaac and I both know are way around a lab, and neither of you are afraid of heights. Kate could copilot." He pulled back from his boots to see the glare. "Damn, blood makes these shinier than spit. I gotta remember that one."
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