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toward the two couples. A gun barrel shoved in Steve’s back pushed him toward Bronson. Bronson separated from his men and stepped forward.          
    "I give an order. You do not obey. That is a challenge. Defend yourself! If you want to make the laws you must defeat me." Bronson slammed two open palms into Steve’s chest, knocking him down on his backside. Bronson outweighed Steve by fifty pounds. "Stay down . . . if you know what’s good for you."  
    “Leave him alone, you bastard!” Keith yelled.
    Steve searched for something nearby to use as a weapon to even the match and came up empty. He lifted himself off the ground, brushed the dirt from his hands, and slowly walked toward Bronson. "We don’t want any trouble. Please, just let us leave."     
    With that, Steve took a quick step and a half forward and delivered a roundhouse kick square to Bronson’s solar plexus, bending him over and heaving for air. Steve connected again with a jump kick to the left side of Bronson’s face.
    Bronson spun around and landed on his hands and knees, spitting blood. Steve ran up and slammed his foot down on Bronson’s rear, forcing him down flat on his chest. He then hurried to Bronson’s side and began kicking his ribs.         
    Bronson made a quick turn, and caught Steve’s foot. He twisted it sideways, sending Steve crashing to the ground. Then the larger man fell on top of him so they were face-to-face and smashed his left forearm down on Steve’s throat.            
    "You son of a bitch. You are going to die."  
    “Leave him alone!” Jill cried.
    Steve’s face turned deep purple. His eyelids started to flutter.
    Bronson gritted his teeth as spittle, and blood dripped out of his mouth.
    Steve jutted his head forward and bit down hard on Bronson’s left ear.
    Bronson yelled like an animal, and pushed down harder on Steve’s throat, which only caused his ear to tear. His scream shot up an octave in pitch and several decibels in volume.           
    Bronson twisted himself off Steve and towered over him.
    Steve could do nothing more than lie on the ground and gasp for air.
    Half of Bronson’s ear remained attached by a thin bit of flesh. Blood dripped down to his chin. With an expression of madness, he placed his foot on Steve’s knee, and lifted Steve’s foot until the knee snapped.
    Steve screamed, but his body didn’t have any fight left.
      Bronson started taking his revenge with a barrage of kicks to Steve’s side.
      Steve moaned weakly with each kick. His life force ebbed with each blow.
    Kara buried her head in Keith’s shoulder. Jill had her face in her hands.
    Keith knew that there was only time left for one last act of desperation.
    The nearest man was distracted by the fray, and just two steps away. Keith lunged, snatched the shotgun from his hand, and then rolled forward, ending upright on one knee.
    Bronson was just about to deliver the deathblow with a kick to the head when the gunshot rang out.       
    The buckshot hit Bronson near the heart and sent him reeling backward. The shock from the blast, and the shock of Bronson’s death, gave Keith just enough time to maneuver behind Pete.
    "Nobody moves! I’ll kill him too!"   
    Before anyone could react, a horn sounded one long continuous blow of warning.     
    "Oh, my God," Pete said.
    As if the two couples no longer existed, Bronson’s men ran toward the main village.         
    "What the hell’s going on?” Keith demanded.          
    "They’re comin’, and it’s a bunch of ‘em. Get the damned gun out my back!"       
    Jill ran over to Steve, who was lying unconscious with his eyes closed and swollen. She felt his neck for a pulse, and then checked for any sign of life. She glanced up, and saw that the horror had arrived.
    Down in the valley, climbing up the ridge, were scores of the walking dead. Jill slapped Steve on the cheek and begged for him to wake