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Franklin, who had been standing next to me at the wall, saw too. Drawing a large bowie knife he leapt from the platform. Out of ammunition myself, I decided that I was useless up on the wall, so I followed him. I dashed towards the hole in the wall, intent on using the butt of the Beretta I held as a club. In the heat of the battle, adrenalin had taken over. I didn’t really think of the absurdity of trying to pistol whip a chainsaw wielding redneck madman. As Franklin and I approached, we saw Sunshine step forward and challenge one of them with her sword. The king reached out to grab her and pull her back, but the redneck suddenly lunged forward, knocked aside the sword, and rammed his chainsaw into Sunshine’s lower abdomen. Blood spurted everywhere as she was cut in two.
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