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Twelve

“There’s a needle. There’s a God damned needle in him!” Katya screamed. She jumped away from the dead man, her blond hair flailing in front of her.

“Where we gon’ put him?” Ken, dubbed Chinese Ken by the Indian, had started to pull the needle out of his friend’s body.

Karen pointed at Liz, eyes wide. “It was you! You did this! No one else here would have drugs to induce a heart attack!”

“We have to store him somewhere, we can’t just stick him outside,” the Doctor said, ignoring the two screaming women for now.

“Oh, so all hippies are druggies, now, are they?” Liz was advancing on Karen, who had dumped baby Lily onto Jeremiah’s lap, convinced that he wasn’t a Catholic pedophile.

“Yes, and for all I care, you could die right now, and I wouldn’t notice.”

“Not if you do first!” Liz launched at Karen, smacking her head into wall of the metal bunker. “Shit.” Karen’s blood was dragged down the side of the bunker as Liz looked pitifully at the baby.

Twelve left on Planet Earth.

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