YOU! YES, YOU!
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“All eighty-five dead!” Wilson called out from the bottom of the chasm. “Eighty-five!”
Melors and Ralf stared down into the darkness while Crispin shook his head.
“Melors?” Crispin asked. “You ready?”
“Eighty-five, man,” Melors replied.
“It’s what you’re here for,” Ralf said.
“I know!” Melors shouted then calmed herself. “I know. But eighty-five? That’s a lot of meat.”
“We didn’t chase them here to take their wallets,” Crispin said. “You’re the professional butcher.”
Melors looked to Ralf, but he couldn’t meet her eye.
“Stupid apocalypse,” Melors muttered, stepping onto the chasm’s rope ladder. “I miss McDonalds.”
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