The Last Stand (2)

Aurielle's grin widened. "Finally, some action."

Without hesitation, she raised her pistols and fired, her shots precise.

Two zombies dropped instantly, their heads snapping back as bullets tore through them.

The third lunged at Linsley, but he sidestepped with practiced ease, bringing his crowbar down in a sharp arc that ended with a satisfying crack.

"Well," Linsley said, shaking off the gore, "that wasn't too bad."

"Warm-up round," Aurielle quipped, holstering her weapons. "Let's see what else this place has to offer."

The pair continued their search, leaving the supermarket with their bags filled with supplies: canned goods, bottled water, medical kits, and a surprising amount of ammunition.

They moved quickly, their survival instincts keeping them alert for any lurking dangers.