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[color=pink]"Fall back! Fuckin' fall back!"[/color]

The wolves had us backed into an alleyway, funneled like chickens in an abattoir. The really big guy had taken the hit and stumbled off to the other end of the alley, but his lackeys charged straight at us.

Hurk was on the floor, prone, his rifle spitting fire at the ones that ran towards us. Alonzo and Ted had their attention on the walls, firing at the wolves that clawed and clambered through fire escapes and ledges towards us. Kiddo was ahead of us, his shotgun roarin' as it spat silvery death at a wolf ahead of 'im, makin' it crumple backward into a heap as we ran past it.

While we ran, I stopped and swiveled around, Tommygun pointed down the alley.

I pulled the trigger.

Emptied the whole damn drum down that way.

Sprayed the whole alley, walls 'n all.

Wolves fell.

I wasn't sure if I'd killed them dead or not.

I turned around and kept running, droppin' the empty drum as I patted my jacket for another one.

Nothing greeted me.

[i]Fuck.[/i]

I threw the gun away and pulled my pistol from my waist.

I heard a scream.

Just as I turned around I saw a wolf rip his claws into Ted as it landed on him. Tore him right to pieces. His blood painted the walls while we ran.

I gave the wolf a few new head holes with my pistol, swapped magazines for a fresh one.

[color=lightgreen][i]"Andy! Bad news!"[/i][/color]

[i]"Make it quick!"[/i]

Kiddo skidded to a stop ahead of me and I ran straight into his back. In front of us was a chain link fence higher than we could climb.

Dead end.

[i][b]Fucksticks.[/b][/i]

I spun around and aimed my pistol down the alley. Hurk and Alonzo were still dashin' towards us, rifles spittin' lead at every wolf that came their way. They operated like a well oiled machine, I was impressed. Our driver, however, was hamburger past the sea of fur and claws and fangs. We had to do somethin' else risk bein' hamburgered ourselves.

Kiddo stood his ground beside me and emptied his shotgun into the horde, dropping a few more to the ground. As he patted his coat for shells, I covered Hurk and Alonzo as they reached us.

Empty magazine.

Reload. Slap it in, rack the slide.

Kiddo tossed the shotgun to the floor, pulled two pistols from inside his coat and kept firin' until they were dry too.

The smell of gunpowder and cordite was thick and heavy in the air, mingling with the smell of blood and gore.

Wolves swarmed around us, droppin' like flies as their numbers lessened.

The big guy was at the far end of the alley, his face and chest drippin' wet with blood.

My pistol was on its last reload.

I slapped the magazine into place, cocked it, aimed for the far end of the alley and fired everything I had.

Didn't care if I missed or not. If I hit him, he'd go down sooner rather than later, when his sharp bits were buried in our bodies and my guts were his skippin' ropes.[/indent]
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Andy was busy shootin' down the way, so I kept my guns pointed at the wolves that were in our faces, not the big lug all the way at the other end of the street. There was only a few of 'em left, and what little remained of the furry horde was bleedin' or weary. Still, they came at us, fangs bared, claws sharp. Like fuckin' zombies. Didn't matter how much you put in them, they didn't drop until you'd killed 'em [b]dead[/b].

In front of me, Hurk and Alonzo held their ground, rifles blarin' at the wolves. Their ammo was plain lead, didn't do much against these fuzzy fucks, but they had a lot of it.

I saw Alonzo pat his vest for a reload, then drop his rifle as he pulled his pistol out of his holster and continued firin'.

Okay, maybe not a lot. They were runnin' out, like we was.

Next to me I heard Andy stop firin'. I glanced at 'im and saw his pistol, slide back. Empty. He caught my glance and shrugged.

[i]"Empty. I'm dry. Nothin' left."[/i]

Just then my pistols clicked empty. I hadn't brought much, so I kept one and tossed Andy my second last magazine. I reloaded with the last one.

[color=lightgreen][i]"One more for the road, Andy."[/i][/color]

I heard a scream.

Turned around to see Alonzo's arm fly through the air. Wolf slicin' him into ribbons as Hurk fell back to the fence, his rifle abandoned on the floor. As the wolf sunk his fangs into his neck, Hurk caught his pal's dyin' gaze.

[color=pink]"[b]ALONZO![/b]"[/color]

With a bloodied grin, Alonzo raised his remaining hand in the air.

It had a grenade in it without the pin.

I ducked and turned around, grabbed Andy and pulled him behind me.

"[b]SAYONARA FUCKERS[/b] -"

The explosion ripped through the alley and set off the alarms of cars a good block or two down, then everythin' after that was a blur. My ears were ringin' as I staggered to my feet. Everythin' was wobbly, and my back stung like a motherfucker. Shrapnel from the fuckin' grenade. Sonuvabitch.

What wolves were left were in pieces, scattered around the alley. That just left the big guy at the end and whatever survivin' lackeys he had left.

I stood and dropped my pistol. Still had an ace up my sleeve.

Reached behind me and pulled my .44 Magnum from my belt. Cocked the hammer. Next to me, Andy was slippin' his brass knuckles on, pullin' them real close on his hands as he grimaced.

[i]"Grim fuckin' business we deal in, Kiddo."[/i]

[color=lightgreen][i]"Yeah no shit, Andy."[/i][/color]

[i]"We good?"[/i]

I nodded.

[color=lightgreen][i]"Let's give these fuckers a night ta remember."[/i][/color][/indent]