Chapter Twenty Four

“Clementia! Justine! Where are you?”

A recognizable echoing not too far from us jolted me awake a couple of minutes later. I blinked my eyes numerous times, wondering how long we had been up here around.

Justine sat up upright on his perch. “Peter!”

"Where are you, Justine?" that was Ricky’s voice.

"I'm here up in an oak tree. Seven rotting down the ranks has wedged us down!"

There had been a scrambling commotion, and Peter sprang into visibility. He took a gander with one of the weapons he was carrying. He fired the rifle four times, and five of the six rotten has dropped instantaneously. His sixth bullet misses laterally and shattered a piece of the tree's timber, but his seventh penetrated exactly between each of the temples. His last bullet blasted out the underside of the left-standing rotten's cranium and ripped off the remaining rotten's snout.

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