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Inificant way: i more than human even before the virus had transformed them

Born with far more advanced and coifted ones … at least before their transforenetically from huroups they possessed bestowed upon theifts and talents others lacked and enabled their bodies tothe more corrosive aspects

Immortals, for instance, did not suffer the madness that swiftly descended upon vaed by the virus’s assault They also didn’t fall into the deep, co her nose, Aer Immortals were not destroyed by extreme blood loss either Instead, they slipped into a sort of stasis or hibernation not unlike that of a water bear until a source of blood ca it," she et her hands dirty The clothing she would bury in one or more of the strip mall’s Dumpsters The sticky, crimson-coated weapons she would collect and store in her Roadster’s trunk She couldn’t do anything about the bloody ground Hopefully another autu down, she began to gather the clothing into a rancid pile

Thank goodness she had soh the front door of his two-story hoht Eight valy well-choreographed battle There had been none of the usual clu-wild bullshit These vaone some sort of instruction

He snorted Not that their measly talent could ever equal his own He had trained with a ed slacker with a machete could ainst the door

The va the redheaded pixie had led hiainst hiain while his latest cronies fell

Marcus could have gone after hiht He’d get the bastard toht

A steady pat pat pat drew his attention Looking down to seek its source, he noticed several cri around his feet

He started toward the kitchen with a groan, peeling off his long coat and letting it fall in a heap on the bamboo floor of the foyer The dark T-shirt and jeans he wore beneath bore numerous tears and holes Like most other immortals, he alore black when he hunted so any insoht witness his return wouldn’t see the blood

And there was quite a lot of it tonight

Lacerations that should have already healed but couldn’t because he had lost too much blood covered his entire body A varaine-inducing throb of his left leg increased his certainty that his fibula was broken

It seemed to take him half an hour just to limp his way around the island in the center of his rooerator door, Marcus leaned doith a groan, pulled open the specially designedit closed, he slarunt and conteain and feed the old-fashioned way or suck it up and admit he needed help

Marcus stumbled out of the kitchen, across the foyer, and into his living rooot his second wind

Gingerly, he lowered himself onto his comfy six-foot creah

Bing bong

His eyes flew open Who the hell was ringing his doorbell at--he glanced at the clock on the ? And how had he not heard the person’s approach? Was he that weak?

Bing bong

Well, he wasn’t expecting anyone, so whoever it was

And when he stopped leaning on the freakin’ doorbell and decided to break and enter, he would be in for a rude awakening

Marcus perked up a bit at that Perhaps he wouldn’t have to go out after all He could just feed on the burglar

Bing bong

If the burglar would get off his ass and get to the bloody burglarizing already!

Bing bong bing bong bing bong

Growling, Marcus flung himself from the sofa and stalked over to the front door

Okay, he didn’t stalk It was onized, yet deterret; but pain and the doorbell prodded his temper

Ready to scare the holy hell out of whoever his new tormentor was, he yanked the door open, then drew up short "Oh," he grule" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true"></ins>