"Alright, Ed!" Ben shouted, his jaw hanging slightly askew. He looked over at his companion, a fellow contestant who was currently missing both an arm and a sense of self-preservation. "On three, we jump. Try not to get turned into confetti this time." Ed gave a thumbs-up with his remaining hand. They sprinted.
Ben reached the final stretch: the . He looked at the whirling blades, then at the finish line just ten feet beyond. With a shrug that sent a few maggots tumbling from his shoulder, he dove headfirst into the machinery. Ben and Ed Blood Party
Metal screeched. Sparks flew. And a single, solitary zombie head tumbled out the other side, rolling across the finish line with a wet thud . "Alright, Ed