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[nny]

There’s a noise from the stairs and Amy starts moaning again, just this constant soft atonal hum that’s muffled every time she rocks forwards against her knees, rise and fall like some kind of monotone siren. I’m starting to think she’s actually lost it, and there’s this part of me that’s pissed, you know? Like why do I have to deal with this shit? (Holy shit, I can hear it, it’s closer). I’m the man with the plan, man with the frying pan… But if Sam didn’t get it, with his freakin’ chainsaw -

I swear, man, that eyeball’s indestructible.