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Zack hit the ground. There was a gunshot. Then dirt kicked up in front of Zack's face from the impact.

Then something kicked in. His doubts about killing earlier were gone. One might venture to say Zack was gone.

His friend had been a soldier. His friend had killed. His friend was inside of him.

Zack raised his gun, the grip feeling all too familiar in his hands. He shot and a cultists head jerked back before he fell to the ground. He shot again, and a scream of pain followed. He continued shooting as he ran and ducked behind a thick oak tree.