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\chapauth{Knuc If U Buck}
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\chapter{The Horrific Release}
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I inhaled the forbidden smoke of my favourite Marlboro Reds
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cigarettes wistfully. Before I can reflect on the delicious but
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deadly flavours of Virginia's finest I begin coughing. Violently.
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Shuddering as I pull away the tissue that covered my mouth to
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reveal bits of lung meat and black blood. The realisation that I
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have lost control of my bowels and bladder hits me as hard as the
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foul stench. My face reddens and tears burst from my bulging eye
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sockets while I struggle for air. I begin sobbing. My name is Luke
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Barvarious and I am a cancer patient and former NYC private
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detective. I am about to die.
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Recently, there have been rumours of children with terminal cancer
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wandering out of the hospital, never to return. I have been asked
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to use my detective skills to solve this case on special request
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from the Chief of Medicine, Dr. Wolfgang Smith MD. I dutifully
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accept.
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Night falls after an entire day of a vicious experimental
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chemotherapy combined with top secret military radiation. I am also
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given an additional cocktail of drugs that enable me to walk under
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my own power without doubling over into vividly horrific,
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sweat-soaked nightmares. I set off towards the paediatric cancer
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ward. Opening the cold sterile doors of ward 42, I immediately
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recognise the soft footsteps of a wandering child.
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``You there, turn around!'' I shouted down the corridor.
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The silhouette disappears into the darkness.
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I feared it would come to this.
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I instinctively move my hand down to my trusty Beretta forgetting
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momentarily that there is no place to holster it on my backless
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hospital gown. Armed only with my wits I slink into the shadows
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past the nurses station and follow the dark, impish figure through
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the hospital and into the woods behind the main building.
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Once into the woods I have to use all of my detective instincts to
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keep up with my target. I track the child for was seems to be an
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eternity, weaving between the thick trunks that guard the forest,
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stopping against one every so often to catch my breath and wipe the
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fresh bile from my stubble. As we reach a clearing I try to yell
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once more, I begin to gasp for air desperately as the drug cocktail
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begins to wear off. I grit my teeth to keep the cascade of bloody
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lung chunks at bay. Looking up after containing myself I see a ring
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of children.
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The child I am following is being welcomed into the group. I
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notice at this stage the the children are just rotting husks in
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varying states of decay. They begin moving in a kind of reverie
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cadence. Mesmerised, I pull myself up from the stump that I had
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collapsed on and notice that the boy that I followed is beckoning
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me to the zombie circle. Despite their gaunt, putrid features, my
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detective instincts recognise them as the missing cancer patients.
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As I make my way into the group I hear the sound of a dead man
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coughing. Turning back, I see my own, fresh, urine stained corpse
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slumped over a tree stump with the last remnants of my lungs spread
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over a puddle of vomit lying next to me. What really caught my eye
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though, was the smile on my crumpled lips. Suddenly, I was
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free.
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End.
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