From what Veronica could see the dead were not so graceful at navigating the sand. They bumped into one another, knocking each other down and tripping over their own feet in an almost comical fashion. They waddled and shuffled toward the water, arms flailing and almost moving as one. She heard the whine of the Jet Ski as it grew closer to The Dockside. Clyde returned with what little weapons the group had left and Juliette followed slowly behind him.
The man on the Jet Ski came to a halt once he noticed the 4 men with guns pointed at him.
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