Bridget said, “How many of these creatures, these Nihilim, do squads like ours manage to exterminate?” “I don’t know. They’re not easy to kill. You were lucky at the truck stop. I believe more of us die at their hands than the other way around.” Panthea regarded me in solemn silence and then said, “If we don’t get you gunned up, you’ll be the first of us to die.” “Is that an opinion or something you’ve foreseen?” I asked, for it was of some concern to me. “Without a pistol, you will be held down by two of the Nihilim. A third monster will slice off your tongue, pry your eyes out, cut open your
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