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He just whispered, "I'm sorry."

He raised a hand. The tentacles that lined the walls began to writhe. The floor turned to living flesh. call of duty-R- black ops iii zombies

The music kicked in. The trap was set. The cycle began again. He just whispered, "I'm sorry

When the beast collapsed, its body dissolved into a pool of shimmering, purple wine. They drank. The liquid burned—not with alcohol, but with revelation. For a single, terrible second, they saw the truth. The music kicked in

Only one of them was silent. The detective, Jack Vincent. He wasn't looking at the zombies. He was staring at the giant, cyclopean eye that had replaced the moon. The Shadow Man had promised them truth. He had given them a world of lies.

"Bring me 115."

"Some stage," rumbled Floyd Campbell, the heavyweight boxer. He cracked his knuckles, each pop sounding like a gunshot. A swarm of Parasites dove at him; he swatted two out of the air like flies and stomped a third. "The promoter said this fight was fixed. He didn't say the other guy was Cthulhu."