The Few, The Proud, The Undead

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Sergeant Torrence looked over at the damaged satellite. It sat waiting for him to come destroy it, and the old soldier was happy to oblige. He took another drag from his cigarillo, filling his mouth with smoke, and then walked to his prize.

Suddenly, his feet were pulled out from under him, and he fell flat on his face.

He instantly flipped over. Lying at his feet was the squishy, fleshy end of a human intestine, wrapped around his leg. The tip of it sat up and hissed like a cobra in striking position.

The Sergeant panicked. He jerked his leg back abruptly, with enough force to rip the entrails from his foot. They coiled back, sputtered out a sticky green slime, and then quickly retreated.

Torrence watched them slither away behind a very large tree.

He whipped out his gun and aimed it at the tree.

He slowly got to his feet.

Silently, he crept towards his target. He told himself he wasn't going to get caught off guard again.

Evil Buff suddenly jumped out from behind the Sergeant, taking him completely by surprise.

The monster grabbed his arm. Torrence twirled around, smacking Evil Buff in the jaw with the butt of his gun. The powerful blow knocked out one of the beast's fangs.

He staggered backwards. His bloody head flopped around his broken neck, while black slime gushed out from the gap in his mouth, dribbling down his cheeks.

Torrence spun around, pulled his spear out of the ground, and jabbed it into the creature's face.

Evil Buff let out a nerve-shattering shriek.

The Sergeant struck him again. He wasn't giving the beast an inch. He was on the attack. His nostrils flared and he lunged at the monster again.

Before the hit could connect, Evil Buff leapt up into the air, pointing his legs forward like a martial artist, aiming straight for the soldier's chest.

Torrence had trained extensively in hand-to-hand combat, and knew exactly how to react. He instantly dove out of the way, swung around and tried using his spear to pin the creature to the ground.

He wasn't fast enough and missed. Evil Buff rolled to one side and batted the Sergeant with his forearm, sending blood flowing out the soldier's nose.

Before he could react, Evil Buff wrapped his mucky fingers around the soldier's throat and throttled him. He lifted Torrence up off the ground. His jaw began to snap and crack as it stretched open wide.

Torrence slid his hand into the monster's gut. Gasping for breath, he felt his way around the beast's soggy innards.

Evil Buff pulled the flailing soldier in close enough to take a bite out of his neck. Warm black drool was trickling out of the corners of his mouth. His face was almost pressed right up against the Sergeant's, as though the monster was going to swallow him whole.

The old soldier's hand suddenly found what it was looking for. He grabbed hold of Evil Buff's spine. Just as the darkness was closing in around him, Torrence somehow found the strength to give one swift pull.

There was a loud snap, and Evil Buff's body collapsed in on itself.

Torrence fell backwards, with the monster landing on top of him, fighting for leverage.

The two of them wrestled on the ground. They rolled a few feet to one side, away from the satellite, almost to the very edge of the cliff.

Torrence was pinned to the ground. Evil Buff was holding him down with one hand. He tried resisting, but couldn't wrench himself free.