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"The only thing you'll be feasting on is bullets, you pointy-eared motherf!
@#ing freaks!" yelled Billy, as he opened fire.
Before the last goblin hit the ground, more goblins began appearing out
of the undergrowth. They didn't get far before being mowed down. As they
fell, Billy seemed to zone out, homing in on
the goblins no matter where they appeared from. Though he got most of
them, Fred was still able to get a fair few. Around twenty minutes later, it was over. The goblins had had enough and were retreating back into the jungle, leaving around three hundred dead behind. Billy seemed to snap back to reality, and looked with astonishment at the carnage around them. He knew for certain he had only a few clips on him, including the one in the M-16. Regardless of the impossibility of him being able to expend that many rounds, there would have to be a large number of spent shell cases dotted around. There was enough sunlight being filtered through the jungle canopy to catch the cases, so they should be easy to spot. A cursory examination proved him wrong, however, and even a more detailed hunt, flinging goblin corpses around like they were sandbags, showed no sign. What the hell was going on here? The lieutenant offered no help. He was acting like he had never seen a pistol before, releasing the clip, playing around with it, and then putting it back. Billy contemplated grabbing it off him, but decided it was too risky. Instead, he decided to ask, "El-tee, how many bullets do you reckon you fired?" Fred blinked, and looked at Billy as if seeing him for the first time. "Don't rightly know, Weston," he finally said. "But I do know it's far more than I should have been able to." He released the clip in his pistol and handed it to Billy. "I think you'll find that it's a full clip," he said. "I didn't even change it once." Billy handed it back to Fred. He located the two clips on him, obviously both unused. He put them back. "You know, el-tee," he mused, "if I did the same, I'm sure I'd find the same thing." He looked thoughtfully at where the portal had been. "I wonder if that thing we got pulled through had something to do with it." Fred's mind was again elsewhere. "We'd better head south, Weston," he said. "Those weird critters said something about a massacre." Though the irony that said creature had itself ended up a victim of a massacre was not lost on him. "We'd better see if there were any survivors."
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