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Wasteland Tales #11

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Heavy calibre rounds pummel the air above him. He knows without knowing the thunder of a SentryUnit’s autocannon.
The nightmare totters as the bullets hit. Then it carries on.
He watches- fascinated? Can he be fascinated?- as the twisted mixture of meat and metal takes a step forward. Another- and then the bullets cut it in half.
It lies, steaming- twitching. Then it is still.
The SentryUnit stops firing. A face appears on its chest display- a face he saw for the first time moments ago.
His face.
His voice.
“You probably have questions.”
A smile.
“I know I would.”

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