Face Full of Worms
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Wokka wokka wokka weeeoooo.
Pac-Man gets caught by another ghost, Blinky, maybe. Howard curses under his breath. It's hard to see the screen with all that sunlight beating down, with sweat running into his eyes. The stupid FAYZ wall may not have a real sun up there – though who knows, really? – but it sure as hell feels like it.
Wokka wokka wokka.
Howard's directing Pac-Man around a little blue maze and a second later he's sprinting out of the car towards Orc, screaming, cursing, tears running down his face. Albert yells something at him, but he can't hear it, can't even hear his own response "they've got him, they've got him!". He doesn't notice how close he is to the field full of flesh-eating little monsters. He can't even register that the worm in Orc's face has teeth that could just as easily turn on his own boney hands. All he sees is Orc's blood, and Orc's mouth contorted into a scream, and the zeke scrabbling it's horrible little legs against what's left of Orc's flesh. Howard's knuckles clench white over the worm and his heart races.
Thumpbumpthumpbumpthumpbump.
"Brother saved your life, Orc," Howard gasps. "The brother just saved your life."
"I think I broke my hand," Albert wheezes.
Howard's heart doesn't stop that rapid-fire machine gun racing until well after they run into Lana.