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Apocalypse Hound Event Part 6

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Lester reeled from pain and shock. He wanted to ask why all this was happening, but between the bullet hole in his abdomen and the knife being brandished at him by his coworker, he was at a loss for words.

"If you do a damn thing, your liver is next." Putman growled at him.

The caretaker crossed her arms. "Leave the kid, dear, we have more important things to attend to."

Putman turned around. "Of course... are you alright, my lady?" Putman asked softly, barely audible over Lester's pained gasps.

"I am. Thank you, dear." the caretaker replied.

They gazed at each other for a time before she gave him a small kiss.

Lester could hardly process what was happening at this point. It was surreal and dreamlike, watching his partner kiss the Mother Hound in a dank room of decomposing livers. His fingers twitched as he drew them away from the bleeding wound and moved them towards the gun he had dropped, only for the caretaker's heeled shoe to painfully come down on his hand.

"Mind your hands, boy, or you might lose them." she said, digging her heel into his palm as she bent over and took the gun from Lester's reach. As she took the gun into her hands, the metal withered away at her touch, as if rotting, until it was nothing but dust in her fingers.

"Prime," she said, turning her head towards Putman. "It is almost time. I have to hurry and make the preperations. I have two of brothers and sisters coming to make sure you get the job done." She spun on her heel and headed out the door.

"Wait---Magdelena, what do you mean? Do you not trust me to get the job done?" Putman replied, sounding strained.

The caretaker gave a forced smile. "I trust you, dear... but I can't take any chances this late in the game. I'm sure you understand." Lester felt the weight lift from his bruised hand as Magdelena picked up her heel and headed out the door, leaving him and Putman alone with the livers.

Putman advanced towards Lester, knife in hand.

"But... why...?" Lester wheezed, shakily propping himself up. "Why are you doing this?"

"Because," Putman replied coldly, "she is the mother of my children."