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Welcome to Part 10 of Blood Angel Rising, presented to you 8 sentences at a time through Weekend Writing Warriors. Check out the first nine installments here.
Monica jumped up, grabbed the cop by his coat and hauled him around the corner and into the sick-smelling dining room.
“Move, God damn it!” she shouted. They ran past the remains of torn bodies whose greasy innards had been splayed across the walls and floor.
The air darkened behind them as they ran, a rush of shadows. The bleeding wound in Monica’s leg burned.
They passed through the kitchen door and slammed it shut behind them. The thing smashed into the wood from the other side with a growl, sending out splinters and dust. Monica hit the floor and the cop fell with his back against the sink, and they both emptied their guns into the door in a deafening blaze of gunfire and smoke.
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