Sleeper(s)
Another couple of shots, but they didn’t deter the kid either, in spite of the fact McBride was sure he got him in the stomach with one.
Then the Sleeper they’d picked up was on him, drawing back a fist and smashing it against the protective glass of the facemask. If he’d only been wearing a gasmask like the rest of the men out there, he’d have been a goner already, but as it was the Hazmat was affording him at least some protection. It wouldn’t last long under this onslaught however, Holst’s music now the backdrop to their bizarre ballet. The lad was strong, too, unnaturally so for his height and weight. It was like wrestling with a bear, but McBride was able to keep hold of his gun, actual
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