Down every hall is a gruesome tangle of impossible creatures, and every one of them is split open or strung with barbs or dragging their insides after them, flailing along on shattered limbs or shredded wings or blasted stumps. I’ve got the pistol, half a can of spray and a handful of useless shotgun slugs. I’m dead. Bill Blais
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In this quote, the speaker is being chased by a pack of zombies. He is running for his life as he has been shot multiple times. In this piece of writing, the writer uses the word “gruesome� five times. The word gruesome means horrible or shocking and the writer is using the word to describe how horrific it would be if he was actually confronted by a pack of zombies. The last word, “tangle,� refers to a confused mass of things and the word is used here to describe how difficult it would be for him to escape from the pack of zombies.

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