I had my hand on the Browning underneath the shirt and didn't care if it gave away the fact that I was carrying a gun. There must have been twenty-five, thirty-five animated corpses standing behind me. I half smiled. You make it sound so simple.
It turned and stared at me, fanning the feathers around its scaled head into a display that would have been the envy of any peacock. Listen to this. It staggered him, but he didn't go down. I started to say yes, automatically, then stopped myself.
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