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The gangsters too took cover, overturning tables. Gunfire tore the club apart. Wood splinters, pieces of fabric, and stuffing filled the air.

Tim immediately became pinned down as a gangster singled him out, firing at his table, as a second began to circle around, trying to flank him. This, however, took the heat off Tanner and Eva.

"I'm going to draw their fire!" He shouted to Shanks over all the gunfire. "When I do... kill them or something!"

"That's the Big Empty for ya." Josey said, leaning up against the boulder. He prodded where the bullet had embedded itself in his chestplate. "Always more than you expect, always gives ya less than you need."

Down below in the compound, Paul could see more of the commies milling around. When their comrade became a human pancake on the ground, they came over to investigate.

They all were ghouls, wore matching white jumpsuits and collars.

The compound was in ruins. Three barracks like buildings were fenced in, each of them crumbling to pieces. Headless corpses lay in the dirt, some long rotted, some fresh.

The ghouls were armed with an assortment of weapons, seemingly taken from whatever had wandered into their camp over the centuries. Power fists, rifles, missile launchers. There were twenty or so of them, and they were heavily equipped. Paul hadn't been spotted yet, but they'd be coming up after him soon.