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The whole ordeal with the bandits was now over, but their trials were far from it. Another day had begun. And some idiot apparently thought it to be a good idea to set off a fireworks display. Magnus barked over comms, trying to figure out who was doing it. But it soon became apparent that the monsters weren't being drawn towards the source.

He set up a small vantage point, figuring out where the source was. It wasn't hard to see the casino. With its lights on and the like. There was sort of an allure to it all, really. They were able to have that much power to the building. The sensation was...strange.

It didn't take long for him to notice some people heading into the building. Furrowing his brow, he got his gun out and peered down the scope to get a better look. He could see Bing going in. Around the same time, a voice came over the radio, advertising the safety of the casino. It was too shady. He tried to shout to get Bing's attention, to stop him, but it was too late.

Cursing lowly, he slung the weapon back over his shoulder, then entered.

The moment he walked in, his senses were overwhelmed by... everything. It was like he had just walked right into vegas. He'd never guess there was a zombie apocalypse going on outside.

He certainly didn't expect it to be so crowded. The Boss had lost sight of Bing as a result.

While he tried to look around, someone came by and offered him a cocktail and handed him a small stack of coins. Magnus declined the drink. He didn't trust this. He took the coins though. They might come in handy.

How long has he been in here? Magnus began to feel strange. Lightheaded. Warm. He felt ill. Closing his good eye, he placed a hand on his head, and stumbled. Then, it all went to black.

He groaned lowly as he came back around. The Boss tried to move, but he soon realized that he was tied down. To a chair. The lights flared on, blinding him. Wincing, he looked away, then slowly opened his good eye and tried to see what was all around. His eye hurt. His head hurt. And the booming voice did not help.

Though he tried to see who was talking, all he could see were speakers set up all around.

"What..."

Casino games? What was this, some sort of Hunger games bullshit? He listened carefully to the voice, narrowing his eye and growling lowly. This was some messed up s**t. When the announcer asked if he had any questions, he just glowered and gritted his teeth. No. He refused to play into this.

"Where the hell are you taking me?" he snapped as the attendant from earlier dragged him into another room. Two others were here. A man and a woman. He furrowed his brow, looking between the two. Seriously? They were going to have him do this?

"You all are sick," he uttered lowly. He really didn't like this in the slightest. If he had to choose though...

The kid had more of a life before him, he supposed. Granted this was hardly the place for anyone to really survive. Still. He begrudgingly chose the young man. He gritted his teeth as the young woman was beginning to be dragged off into the other room, whatever was in it. Her screams echoed through the hall, and then suddenly there were gunshots.

The teen apparently had tried to make a run for it. And was gunned down as a result.

"You son of a b***h..."

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