Less Than Human

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Gunshots removed him from a dream he wouldn’t remember. The hotel room came into focus faster than it had faded hours before. Dim light entered his eyes. The other man in the room rushed over and helped him to his feet, his arm still throbbing from where the car had barreled into him.

Gunshots again. Screaming.

From the look on his face, the man could tell what he was going to ask.

“They’re okay,” the man said. “They’re still in their rooms.”

The kid nodded. Opening his mouth, he found speaking difficult. His throat burned, sore and scratchy from heaving into the bushes earlier that day. He still tasted vomit, spat dry air.

The kid nodded at the door as the firearms continued singing their thunderous songs.

“I dunno,” the man said. “Other survivors, maybe.”

More gunfire. A man cheered unnecessarily loud, like an overly-proud parent at a soccer game.

“They sound happy,” the kid croaked. Short rounds of shells being emptied into the groaning horde, their chatter echoing in the night.

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