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without half a head?”
    “Man, that’s some intense shit goin’ down. They are eating someone!” said Vance.
    Jake pulled back on the beer again. “This some joke or what? They filming a movie?”
    “Real bro,” said Brad. “I’m seein’ all sorts of stuff on my cell, people all over are going nuts. Maybe we should split.”
    “Naw, not yet. I wanna see what’s going on.”
    The man in the corner let out a low moan and stood up. He opened and closed his mouth and shuffled his feet as he moved towards the bar area where Stan was cleaning glasses. He began to gurgle.
    “Hey buddy, you okay?” said Stan.
    The man opened his mouth again and stared at Stan with his white, dead eyes. He took a quick swing at Stan, then moved behind the bar. Before Stan knew what was happening, the man locked his jaws around Stan’s throat and began to pull out his flesh. Stan screamed as his blood fountained out all over the countertop of the bar. Stan put his hand in a feeble fashion to hit the man, but he didn’t move. He shook as the blood drained out of him.
    Jake saw what was happening, he stood up quick. “What the hell?” Jake drew the knife he always carried with him out of reflex.
    “What the fuck are you doing?” screamed Brad, as he took a swing at the man who had his jaws locked around Stan. He didn’t budge, but hissed and dropped the lifeless Stan to shuffle over to Brad. The man’s face was covered in gore, it glistened on his once white teeth. He lunged for the fat biker, but Brad sidestepped him. He picked up a chair and smashed it over the man’s head, but all he did was stagger back a bit. Before Brad could swing again, the thing latched its jaws onto his arm and bit down hard, tearing away a chunk of Brad’s forearm. “Get him off of me!” the big man yelled. Normally, Brad could hold his own in a fight, but the man chewing on his forearm was incredibly strong, even though he was wiry and very skinny. He pulled another strip off of Brad’s arm; the biker wailed in absolute agony.
    Jake and Vance both had their blades drawn and pounced on the thing that was tearing into Brad. They stabbed him repeatedly in the back, but it did nothing. Brad screamed as the thing sank its jaws into his shoulder which sprayed blood all over the biker’s vest. It wasn’t until Jake took his knife and rammed it into the side of the man’s head several times that it staggered and fell over. Brad moaned in pain and held his arm, blood oozing through his fingers. He began to cough violently as he sat down in the chair.
    Jake whirled around, and his brain tried to believe what he was seeing as Stan stood up. His apron covered in blood, the middle of his neck a huge, red ruin. His head flopped to one side, like he had a bad kink in it. He hissed and gurgled as he lurched out from behind the bar.
    “Look out!” screamed Jake as the thing lunged at Vance, but he was quick on his feet and moved out of the way. Stan crashed into a chair and lost his balance for a short period. It gave Jake the time he needed as he kicked Stan over onto the ground. He crashed head first and before Stan could get back up, Jake drove his heavy boot into his head. He slammed down his boot again until the skull crunched. He then reached down to drive the knife through the head. On the chair, Brad coughed again then slipped off to hit the floor hard, he sat there moaning while clutching at his arm. Sweat poured down his head, and the biker puked before passing put.
    Jake tapped Vance on the arm before he could go and help the big man. “Forget it, we can’t take him with us. I don’t know what this is, but it changes people. You saw how Stan just got up. He was bit by that guy we just wasted. We need to get the hell out of here now. Get back to the club.”
    “Can’t leave him, man.”
    “Look, I’m tellin’ you he’s gonna change, the flu is spreading some sort of crazy infection. Now I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to tackle a