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I slammed my foot down as hard as I could

The Jeep went faster

I ca around the final bend in the road to find Becks and Alaric standing on top of someone’s old abandoned toolshed, the two of theures on top of a wedding cake Only the figures on wedding cakes aren’t usually ar what you can order from a specialty bakery these days--they don’t actually shoot They also aren’t customarily surrounded by a sea of zombies The six I’d seen on the monitors were quiet because they didn’t need to call for reinforceood thirty infected bodies stood betweentheir way forward, into the fray

Becks had a pistol in either hand,her look like an illustration fro horror/Western Shon at the Decay Corral or so concentration, and every tilanced at the dashboard, where the wireless tracker confir Then I swore at reith adoptive parents anted ratingsical son died, and so they stopped giving a daone forever Lose your slot on the top ten and you could win it back Nu to understand why they had made that decision Because I woke up every day in a world that didn’t have George in it any to see Mo back at me

That won’t happen, you idiot, because I won’t let it, said George Now get them out of there

"On it," I muttered, and reached for the rifle

Alaric was a lot less calm about his situation than Becks was He had his rifle out and was taking shots at the tee like her luck: He was firing three or four tile zoer back to their feet after he’d hit the the time to aim for the head, and I had no idea howby the size of the h

Neither of therenades out until I could get them to move out of the blast radius, since aerosolized zo kind The Jeep wasn’t equipped with any real defensive weapons of its own; they would have weighed it down That left e’s favorite 40, and the latest useful addition toarsenal, the extendable shock baton The virus that controls their bodies doesn’t appreciate electrical shocks It won’t kill a zombie, but it’ll disorient the shit out of it, and soh

Thesoeted ood Zoroup Maybe a feould have followed uarantee I’d be able to handle them, and Becks and Alaric would still have been stranded Recipe for disaster

Not that what I was about to do was likely to be any better, in the long run Moving to a position about ten feet behind the un froazine was exhausted, barely pausing between shots My ai rusty in field situations; seventeen bullets, and only twelve zounshots, Alaric’s eyes widening before he started to do a fascinating variant on the victory shuffle

Becks was e She just looked relieved

There was no time to pay attention to my team members My shots had alerted the zombies to the presence of fresh, less-elevatedinto lurch, shuffle, or run toward rips of full infection After snapping another e’s pistol, I holstered it and raised the rifle, aireatest density

Fact about zombies that everyone knows: You have to aim for the head, since the virus that drives their bodies can repair or route around ale This is very true

Factabout zombies that almost no one knows, because you’d have to be a dae of it: An injured zombie does slon, since you’ve just forced the relatively single- the body to try its hand at double-tasking What’s ht kind of injury canainstto get their attention; heads turned toward ed timbre I fired the last three shots in fast succession Too fast to be productive, but fast enough to signal Becks She hit the roof of the shed, dragging Alaric doith her I dropped the rifle onto the seat and opened the glove coround is antisocial at best and grounds for a ht kind--the ones that are calibrated to be explosive without being too explosive, since you want to minimize your aerosolized zombie bits--they can be da as your people are rabbed all four of the available grenades, pulling their pins one at a ti into the thick of the zombie mob