It attempted to screech in justified agony as it writhed wildly on the ground, only to let out distressed gurgles as it choked on its own blood. Leaky grimly pulled out the machete with a gory SCHWIK. The gruesome few strands of flesh remaining between the creatures head and body twitched and spurted.

Go on, dearie… spoke the pink mare, who was coming out from behind the boulder she was hiding with. Even boogies dont deserve to suffer.

Leaky looked at the mare, then back at the writhing abomination before her. She raised her machete over her head and closed her eyes. The creature screeched and convulsed, and with one wet thwack, its body lay still.

She had killed molerats and coyotes before during her short stay in the Zona, but this thing was over 3 times the size of anything she previously fought. She felt a mixture of pride and disgust.

Awful beasties, those flanamingos are, spoke up the mare with the now-ruined frock. They pop up when ya least expect it. Thank ya for the assist! I was a goner fer sure! My names Plum Puddin. Her bright smiled betrayed her blood-splattered form.

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