| deathfic (5717 words) |
 | The muties must have been around the last time the cache was used, because as they opened it and entered the muties attacked without warning, without hesitation. |
| A second, then a third mutie race into the clearing near the man. Holding the submachine gun in both hands at his hips, he flicks the selector from burst to full auto with his thumb. |
| The second mutie takes four rounds, two in the stomach, one in the upper arm, and one grazes the mans face, breaking off several teeth, and neatly pulping the eye with splinters. |
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