[Three infected round the corner, and marks on their arms and bloody stains on their clothing suggest perhaps they'd attacked one another before catching wind of other potential prey. Haise frowns, setting his jaw as he advances forward, and the infected townspeople throw themselves against his raised quinque with abandon.
His arms twitch under the collective weight and he slips back several inches, but he holds to it even as grasping hands swipe at him]
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His arms twitch under the collective weight and he slips back several inches, but he holds to it even as grasping hands swipe at him]