Dark Zone

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Dean took three steps and then dove as the man brought up a pistol from his side. The gun went off close to Dean’s head. He grabbed for it, managing to push it to the side as it fired again. Something burned the right side of his thigh, the pain so intense Dean yelped.

He waited for the next shot. Paralyzed by pain.

It didn’t come. Dean hadn’t been hit by the bullet but rather fragments of the man’s skull, shattered as the 9mm shell entered his head.

Blood dripped down his pants as he stood. He bent back down and grabbed the pistol, then began making his way to the car where he’d seen the carts clustered together.