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It had experienced reality through thirteen different senses, only seven of which were still known in the shallow, twisted place the cosmos had become. It had crushed and devoured suns that made the puny stars of now look like the flickering light of mortal souls.
“We’ve only got Pepsi on the Moon, hon.”
Fuck Pepsi.
The dead covered another hundred meters while the living stared through the windshield.
No matter what, since the dawn of time, human nature made some people stop to look when they should be running.
“I don’t know,” said Cali. “Does it count as monster-baiting when you’re just trying to finish off the other person?”
Totally. I think it's called a Dutch Rudder.
