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Lew Palmest: They keep coming. They, they just keep coming. Rob. Rob saw them first. Three. Just, just three, out on the Seventh. Easy shots from up here. At first, we thought it was fun. Tried to see who could, who could pick them off. Extra points for the head. Then, then Rob went missing. Went down to the range. Wasn't far. Wasn't, wasn't back by dark. Then Ted. Zack. Zack, Phil, Mark. God, Mark. They dragged him. I can, can still hear him screaming. Now, we're three. Just, just three. Can't run. Can't hold. Can't. They're, they're coming. They're coming!