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Devin said excitingly.
    Devin climbed the ladder and opened the hatch to the roof. He hopped down. At this point, Erica had changed into her extra-large denim jumpsuit and began to zip up the front as Devin had come around the corner, and they exchanged a glance. “OK, Frank, are you ready to climb?” There was no response from the bleeding man on the ground.
    “Frank?” Erica whispered. Devin reached down to feel a pulse.
    “Erica, he’s burning up, and I can’t find a pulse.”
    Devin stood up and grabbed the shotgun. He aimed down the sights at the dead dwarf. As Devin closed his left eye to align the line of sight down the bridge of the double barrel, he began to squeeze the trigger. All of a sudden, the deceased’s head turned straight ahead. As the eyes opened and a shriek was released, Devin fired the left barrel into the dwarf’s chest. As Frank leaned forward, the forehead of the bitten man pressed against the smoking barrel of the shotgun. Without hesitation, Devin fired the right barrel into the cranium of the corpse that had regenerated life. “Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Shit! What the hell is going on?” Devin shouted as he pulled the ladder down.
    Erica had turned away from the final blow. She had pressed her forehead against the rungs of the steel ladder for a reality check. “This has to be a dream,” she said as Devin realized he had fired both barrels of Frank’s double barrel. He thought about searching the little man’s pockets for more ammunition, but he resisted. He knew the round to the chest would have killed a normal man, but he wasn’t sure about what the bitten man could have taken. Devin took the gun, turned it around, and began to bash the remaining skull of the dead man.
    Savagely, Devin beat the twice-dead man’s head into a pulp. When he was finally out of breath from a good number of blows from the butt of the shotgun, Devin collapsed on to his knees. He began to hear moaning from the other side of the door. “Fuck, I can never catch a break.” The beings on the other side of the door began to pound at the door. The crappy wooden door wouldn’t keep them out for long. Devin began to rapidly search the little man’s pockets for anything he could find. Car keys, a wallet, a pocketknife, a pack of cigarettes, and some loose change. “No fucking shells!” Devin said as he started to pocket all the items from Frank’s pants. Hands began to come through the cheap wooden door; Devin looked up in time to notice. “Fuck!” he exclaimed. “Erica!”
    By this time, Erica had climbed the ladder, and to her dismay, the world she knew was covered in smoke, and alarms and sirens were wailing. Screams and explosions could be heard in the surrounding area. “Here!” Devin shouted as he tossed the shotgun onto the roof. Erica didn’t flinch. The shotgun clanked onto the gravel roof. As Devin climbed onto the roof, he too felt the surge of destruction. Suddenly, a hand appeared and grabbed Devin by the ankle. He fell on his face and felt himself being dragged toward the creatures that had begun to ascend the ladder. Devin tried to kick the hand free; he didn’t want to kick too hard because he didn’t see the head of the creature. If Devin knew anything, he knew he didn’t want to be caught in the jaws of the creature on a missed kick. Devin reached for the gun. It was just out of arms reach. He turned his head to see what was behind him. It was the lead Ivan.
    Devin reached out and grabbed Erica’s denim-covered calf. She came back to reality; she looked down and realized that Devin is in trouble. Erica grabbed the shotgun and tried to fire it at the arm of the attacker, but the trigger clicked with emptiness. She followed the arm to the face. It was Ivan, the man who tried to rape her. She felt the rage fill her soul. She turned the gun around and began to pound the butt of the shotgun into the face that was sticking out of the roof hatch. Without mercy, she continued to beat the