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which he clenched his massive fists caused them to crack.
                  “Are you bit or not, motherfucker?” the blonde man, who was really more boy than man, demanded loudly, his voice carrying through the night.
                  “What’s your name?” a third asked.
                  The massive Irishman took one last breath in as he sized up the three men before him.
                  “My name is Lee. I’m a nurse.”
     
     
     
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                  “Lee! Man, is that really you?” the tall brunette said with wide eyes. “I didn’t recognize you with all the…” he paused and motioned to his face.
                  “Blood,” the youngest, curly-haired teen said.
                  Lee’s face didn’t light up in recognition of Rowan Brady, a man he had seen only yesterday in the emergency room. Not a single flinch in the corners of his lips gave any indication he felt relief in finding someone he knew, even if he had only met the young man a total of seven times.
                  Rowan’s smiling face fell as Lee stood staring ahead, drenched in crimson blood. The cornfield was saturated in a heavy silence. Only the distant screams of others falling victim nearby penetrated it.
                  “Well, let’s move this on inside,” the thick-necked blonde said with a stern face. “I’m Lonnie by the way.”
                  “Mitchell,” the third said with a delicate wave of his shotgun.
                  He held it awkwardly, like he was afraid it would go off with the slightest touch. It was clear he had never held a gun before this night.
                  They waited a moment for the bloodied nurse to agree with their plan or not. When an answer didn’t come, Lonnie turned and headed for the barn anyway, not looking back to see if anyone was following him. Rowan Brady quickly jogged to catch up, keeping by Lonnie’s side.
                  Only Mitchell stayed behind to make sure Lee would follow.
                  “I’m sorry about the girl,” he said somewhat nervously, his brown eyes darting back and forth.
                  Lee didn’t say anything, but started to move forward with the others.
                  “So, was she your daughter or just someone you came across or—” he was immediately cut off when he saw Lee’s glowing eyes. It was a fierce look that said he didn’t want to answer any of the boy’s questions.
                  “Right, okay, got it,” Mitchell stammered, facing forward. “Don’t want to talk, that’s cool.”
                  When they reached the barn doors, Lonnie raised a hand to signal everyone to stop. They all stood behind his stocky frame, the other two peering over his head to see if they could see anything lurking inside. Lee looked forward, but his mind was elsewhere.
                  He couldn’t stop thinking about the look on Anna’s face, permanently frozen in her last scream as her parents dug into her, ripping her apart, tearing their unborn baby from her womb. He bit his bottom lip until he drew blood. The metallic taste in his mouth brought him back to the present, where Lonnie was entering the barn with caution, a flashlight balanced in his hand while he tried to aim his rifle.
                  “Clear!” he said like a soldier leading his troops through a battlefield.
                  “Thank God,” Mitchell sighed, stepping into the warm barn. He set his shotgun up against one of the empty stalls. “I don’t think I could have taken another one of those things tonight.”
                  “Well, you better get used to it, ‘cause these things ain’t goin’ nowhere.”
                  “You really think so?” Rowan asked while setting his flashlight