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// Workin' Mare 
// Story: Lost in the Dust 
// by makofreelancer 
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Now we were ready. My rifle was loaded, Metal had his pistol repaired and we were heading out. A compass marker directed us south. 

"Okay let's review the job. Get to the camp, secure the tech, get paid." I held my head high at remembering all that.

"Secure the BEAM RIFLE, Ice." I stuck my tongue out at him. The trip took us about thirty minutes, and I had Metal stay behind me as we edged into the camp. The camp was..... well devoid of anyone.  I stopped and noticed neither red or blue on my EFS. Weird....I was expecting some resistance. 

"Metal...I don't like this." 

"Me neither. Let's just get in and-" a low moan, deep and guttural, cut him off. A tent flap parted and what was to me a zombie pony shuffled out, eyes white and faintly glowing.

"The hell is that?!" Metal fired twice, pistol held by a wing. One round clipped the monstrosity's leg and the second missed. Another beast shuffled from another tent, then another.

"Try aiming you fuck!" I fired three rounds at the closest one, it's head liquefied by the larger rounds. 

"I'm trying miss I've been trained for this shit!" His next shot dropped a zombie easily enough. But three more replaced the fallen. 

"Fuck this!" I unloaded a full mag, thinning out the hoard by half. Those who remained howled and rushed. The lead freak was too close so my baton cracked into its mushy brainpan, splattering my barding. Metal ducked and fired twice into another, dropping it.

"Hey! I see the rifle!'" I darted off toward a bench, one abomination tackling me.

"Get off me you freak!" Just as it went for a bite, a shovel head rammed through its neck, then severed the head completely.

"Don't ever run off like that again."  He looked pissed and....scared? Pissed I understand but scared? That isn't Metal. After that little display of ferocity, he scooped up the high - tech weapon. With that, we started heading back. 

"Bleh....I need a bath or something..." My face scrunched as the smell of the gore hit me.

"No amount of bathing will ever get you clean now." Metal looked at me.

"Don't say that!" He chuckled and I smeared some on him.

"DAMNIT ICE!" His whole body convulsed and he barely held back his bile. I was on my back laughing.

"It's not funny!" 

"You're right.... IT'S HILARIOUS!!" He started storming off and I followed him. All in all I'd say it was good day's work.