We're out of time. We are fucking out of time.
"RUN!" I yell.
"We can still save Vic!" Dom shouts, shaking him.
Vic, who is barely holding on, groans. "Bro… I love the enthusiasm, but uh… pretty sure I'm screwed."
"We don't leave people behind!" Dom snaps, voice breaking.
I wish we had time to argue. I wish we could afford to let this moment stretch, let the grief settle like a storm cloud before making the inevitable choice. But we don't. The zombies are coming… more than I can count, more than we can fight.
One closes in and I swing my blade, slicing it across the jaw, but another grabs my shoulder, fingers clawing into my flesh. I throw my elbow back, dislodging it just in time for a third one to stumble toward me, its mouth hanging open with a thick and wet moan spilling out.
We're losing ground.
Then Vic shoves Dom hard.
Dom stumbles, nearly falling over. "What the fuck…"
"Go." Vic's voice is strained, but certain. "You need to go."
Dom clenches his jaw. "No."
