were still "crazed". Seven were crawling and making animal sounds. One did so, but was faking. She'd stayed awake. And somehow had managed to contort her body so the cattle prod didn't stun her into shock. She'd been around the world as a Correspondent covering combat.
Men in dirty farm work clothes and grocery shirts had been deputized for the manhunt. One headbutted the finally lasso'd hunted man, accused criminal. Another withdrew a pistol from oilfield jeans waistband and pointed it at the ground. "You got ten seconds to respond to the Sheriff's question." The hunted man spit but the broken teeth bits had already been swallowed, so just backy-colored juice and blood spewed from his black hole mouth. "You just used up the ten." The man shot the man in the foot. Hunted man didn't flinch.
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