Soldiers of Misfortune
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So there I was, alone in the cold, damp night, a festering, worm ridden zombie not twenty paces to my twelve O clock. Along my side, a trusty shootin iron, hollow points straining for the release. I faced the abomination with cold steel on my mind, poised for the kill. I took a deep breath..."Look, Point, Pull"...A metallic click as I undid the clasp of my holster, the grip of the weapon melding into my palm, man and machine, one entity in the struggle against the supernatural horde. The moonlight glinted faintly off the blued steel of my Smith & Wesson, the illuminated night sites of my .44 cal. came into...OH SHI..........@#$%*!!!!...Hospital?!
SOLDIERS of MISFORTUNE