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my head andrushed down the pipe before the machine could finish its revolution. I then sprinted toward Solitude as fast as the suit would allow.
    Behind me, I could hear the whine of the machine’s siren getting louder as it began to gain on me. I fumbled for the red button and pressed it hard. The sound remained for a few seconds before stopping, but it was too late. I could hear the clickety-clack of the machine’s feet on the concrete nearby. It had already caught up, and was bringing at least a hundred undead along with it.
    The Landfall Marina was only a hundred yards ahead. I ran past the bistro, but as I cleared the corner, something jumped out and tackled me, throwing me to the dirt.
    It was the one from the roof.
    The creature bit into the thick rubber suit at my leg. Certain I was dead meat, I pulled the ice pick I kept taped to my boot and jammed it repeatedly into its skull.
    The horde was nearly upon me. As I stabbed, I could hear the machine building speed, and it then hit the attacking creature with the force of a linebacker. My ice pick, still lodged in its skull, was stripped from my hand. The corpse flew six feet, smacking into the corner of the brick building. I grabbed the D ring on the machine and it began to drag me away from the mass of creatures. I pulled myself up and fled to the marina.
    My suit wasn’t punctured by the creature’s bite, but I could feel the residual pain from the pinch of its jaws. My gun was at the ready. My legs pumped and my upper body turned, firing into the mass of ravenous creatures. Maybe one or two of my rounds hit, but I doubt it. I was downwind from them; somehow the powerful smell had made it through the filters of my gas mask.
    I was so full of adrenaline and wracked with fight-or-flight tunnel vision, I didn’t realize I was on the dock until I felt the difference in my step. My body was moving instinctively to Solitude . I couldn’t have stayed to face the mob if I wanted to. I ran, unknowing where exactly the machine was at this point. The docks were now thick with creatures, some falling into the water as the entire horde attempted to enter the marina at once. I wasn’t going to die worrying about a four-legged machine, so I just kept running.
    Checking over my shoulder one last time before my final sprint to the dinghy, my blood went cold.
    Three irradiated undead had broken through the crowd and were making a beeline for me, fast.
    I didn’t take the time to untie the dinghy. Pulling the Halo knife from my belt, I flicked it open and sliced through the mooring line. With the runners nearly on me, I half jumped, half fell into the dinghy, careful not to stab myself with the open knife. The momentum pushed the kayak farther out, away from the docks. I was partially in the water, hearing the splashes of all the bodies falling in around me. Some of them flailed about like drowning swimmers; others sank to the murky depths, waiting to tug on your feet like in a bad horror movie. The three irradiated runners stood on the dock, gnashing their teeth and clenching their bony hands. They’d easily have ripped me to pieces if I hadn’t left in time; I’d likely be bleeding out on the bleached wood, entrails dipping into the water, bringing all sorts of sea life to the shadows under the docks.
    I paddled a few feet farther away, just in case those suckers would jump.
    After arranging my gear, I checked the radiation levels: a bit high because of all the activity on the docks, so I was forced to remain masked, despite the mild claustrophobia setting in. More of the creatures fell into the water, either splashing or sinking. With the herd thinned by gravity somewhat, I searched for the quadruped machine. I could barely make out something down the docks. The undead were being knocked aside. I pulled my gun on the three irradiated creatures and spread their brains out into the bay, two of them falling lifelessly into the drink and the