I dive to the side as Hugh blasts one walker in the gut. Guts spatter across the wall like someone flung spaghetti sauce from a bucket. Robbie swings his bat wildly and clips a zombie's jaw clean off. It flaps for a moment like a loose hinge before falling with a plop.
The third zombie jumps at me.
I shriek just for show and play the helpless girl.
"Oh my God, help me!"
The creature grabs my arm. Its breath stinks like moldy chicken and burnt rubber. I twist, just enough to make it look like I'm struggling, then kick its knee sideways. It crumples. I stomp its head with a wet crack, face scrunched like I just stepped in something vile.
Which, to be fair, I did.
By the time I look up, Hugh is reloading and Robbie is panting.
I let my shoulders shake. "I-is it over?"
Hugh glares at me but nods.
"C'mon," Robbie says, licking his cracked lips. "Back home. Let's make her useful first. Might be she can cook, yeah?"
Hugh elbows him. "Don't give the cannibal ideas."
