The full moon was high overhead as the trio began to slog their way up the hill. There at the summit, the final contest would take place. This was the big game for all the marbles, live or die. Sam checked his shotgun, sawed off to an illegal length, the scatter pattern was sure to take a man’s head clean off. Or at least incapacitate one until Kyna could come at them with her blessed katana sword. Guaranteed to lop a head clean off, she had done more than her share of killing. Buzz finished out their trio with a deadly combination of weighted aluminum baseball bat and sturdy flame thrower.
The three reached the turn off at high noon lane. The last of the zombie hoard would die here in Tombstone, at the O.K. corral.
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Til next time ~Peace ~JPP