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As Siren dug into LOLzies he threw his back against a heavy shelf causing the cat to jump off of him. As blood poured from the scratches on his face he lunged forward with his foot outstretched. Siren was attempting to scurry away to a safe hiding spot but LOLzies heavy booted foot landed solidly on the cats tail, pinning it in place. Siren hissed and lashed out against LOLzies leg desperately trying to free itself, but he just smiled as he revved the chainsaw on. Blood was pooling from under his boot as he crushed the cats tail. Siren attempted to run but it was firmly trapped as the spinning blade cut straight into its back sending blood and fur flying everywhere.

Undeterred by the events unfolding nearby Obama continued to lay punch after punch into Archmage’s chest and face. Archmage had all but given up at this point as blood poured down his face, he was begging Obama to stop saying he was sorry as he collapsed to his knees. Obama looked down on him with pity, blood was pouring from his knuckles. He looked from the collapsed Archmage to the chainsaw wielding LOLzies as he kicked he kicked the remains of the disemboweled cat across the room. Obama straightened his tie and turned his back on the two as he continued on his original path toward the warehouses exit. As Obama disappeared through the large doors and turned the corner Archmage was still trying to catch his breath from the fight. He was utterly exhausted and beaten, as he attempted to rise to his feet he felt a hand grab his shoulder and forcefully shove him back to the ground. He helplessly looked up as LOLzies walked around to face him. He was covered in blood and cat hair and his face was twisted into a menacing grin. His smile grew wider as he revved the chainsaw once more. All Archmage could do was yell out as the spinning blade was thrust into his chest. He continued to scream out as the blade ground through his ribs and eviscerated his vital organs. The screaming turned to a dull gurgling moan as the chainsaw pierced through his back. LOLzies let out an insane laugh as he looked into Archmage’s lifeless eyes. He revved the motor and ripped the blade through his victims body cutting straight from the point of entry to the base of his neck. Bits of flesh flew through the air and decorated the walls the formerly empty warehouse.

Tardis had continued to stay outside of the buildings trying his best to keep a steady pace without encountering anyone else. His head was throbbing from the punch that he received from The Hound earlier that day and wanted to rest before taking anyone else on. He gripped his nailgun tightly as he ran, ready for anything when to his surprise he happened upon several trees just past the vast expanse of warehouses and factories. The trees were scarce but he thought that it may be possible that they may yield some food. He entered the small forest in hopes of foraging and getting some rest.

Larry found himself inside of a large complex with many winding rooms and corridors. He was disappointed that he left the cornucopia empty handed, but he was confident that he had shaken his pursuer The Hound. As he moved deeper into the complex he came across a dark room with some old furniture scattered about it. He resigned to lay back on a dusty old couch and try to get some sleep.
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