THE TRUTH
Kevin fell to the ground, curling up like a foetus in the womb as Max marched forward, firing unending bullets at the zombies that rushed at them through the hole in the wall.

As the last one fell, Kevin was aware that Max had not shot the gun at him, but past him. Grabbing the part of his body where his mind had deceived him into thinking he was shot and raising the hand he grabbed with to his eyes, he saw that there was no blood.

Turning around, he saw Max lower his gun, with his back to him.

“I saw you last night, Kevin. You made an empty beer can rise in the air like magic.”

Kevin heaved a sigh as he rose up, regaining his composure well enough to stand behind Max and press the barrel of his gun into his back, even though he shook from the shock he had just been through. “And you said you were the Allfather, Sergeant Maxwell Johnson.”

“There is a lot we have to tell each other, then.” Max answered, turning around to look at Kevin while pushing the barrel of his gun down
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