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good at following instructions, because a few seconds later,
he heard one cop tell the other one to taze Bill. He heard a pop as the tazer
was fired, but he couldn't tell what the result was.
    "What
the hell is wrong with this guy?" asked one cop.
    "I
don't know. Let's hit him again," his partner replied, his voice muffled
by the door between them and Dustin.
    "Jesus,
he just keeps coming," he heard one of the cops say, disbelief in his
voice. "That's a tough old fucker, right there."
    Apparently,
Bill was something of a Superman. He heard a struggle ensue, and after some
wrestling around, one of the cops yelled at him, "It's alright. You can
come out now."
    Dustin
looked around the room and picked up a broom, just in case. Slowly he turned
the doorknob and poked his head out into the bar. He saw one cop with a knee
pressed down on Bill's back, while the other officer was looking at a bite mark
on his arm.
    "Oh,
fuck," Dustin said. Dustin turned right back around and locked himself
inside the bar office.
    There was
some pounding on the door. "Sir? Would you like to explain what's going on
here?"
    "Listen,
I know this is going to sound crazy, but this evening, it was last call, and
this guy comes in and takes a bite out of another guy. I help him out. We're
rolling around, tusslin' you might say, and then he takes a bite out of the old
guy's neck."
    "What
old guy?" asked the cop.
    "The
one you have lying on the ground. We thought he was dead, I mean, he had his
jugular ripped out by that other guy. The one without a face."
    The cop
tried the doorknob, and then said, "Why don't you come out here, so we can
talk. This yelling through the door nonsense is getting old, and I'd like you
to explain the fact that this guy has had his throat ripped out and is still
kicking?"
    Dustin
leaned back against the wall, "That's the thing officer. The old man was
fine until he got bit. Then he died. Now he wants to bite everyone he sees. Now
one of you is bit, and it's only a matter of time until he's walking around
biting other people. It's like something out of a movie!"
    "Sir,
you can either come out of there or we're coming in to get you. We can sort
this all out at the station."
    Dustin
popped up out of the chair he was sitting in, and screamed through the door,
"Maybe you're not listening to me! There is some crazy shit going on out
there, and I'm not coming out until it's done!
    Dustin
could hear muffled talking, and then the cop he had been talking to said,
"Alright, you leave us no choice. We're going to break the door
down."
    The door
shook in the jamb, and then another voice was heard, the slightly crazy voice
of the owner of the bar. "What you do here? No break door. You like if I
come to your house and break door?"
    Old Han had
been running The Sleazy Goat for years. It was no surprise that he had suddenly
showed up out of nowhere. The crazy old bastard probably had at least ten live
feeds of the bar fed into his house. You never knew what the old bastard would
be accusing you of.
    "Uh,
sorry, sir. We're just trying to get the guy out of the back room there."
    "Well
why don't you ask? I have key right here. Why don't you ask? No, you start
breaking door." Old Han sounded as crazy as ever. "And who is going
to clean this mess? My carpet is ruined!"
    Dustin
heard the metallic rattle of a key sliding home in the office door, and then it
opened. There stood Old Han, his eyeglasses perched on the end of his nose and
his greasy, black hair combed sideways over his balding head. With his massive
key ring on his belt, he looked more like a janitor than the owner of one of
the diviest dives in town. When he laid his eyes on Dustin, they widened, and
the corners of his mouth dipped down in a frown. Old Han didn't so much view
his employees as people as he did livestock.
    "What
you doing in here? How did you get everyone killed? Get out of my office!
You're fired!"
    Dustin
didn't understand exactly what the old man was saying, the accent on