"Oh my god, dude, you weigh like a truck," I grunt, stumbling backward as the door explodes inward with the force of hungry corpses.
I run.
With Pretty Boy slung half over my shoulder like an overgrown sack of potatoes, I make a mad dash for the only available room left. My legs scream, my balance is atrocious, and the damn guy keeps slipping.
"I swear to God, if you wake up right now and start complaining…"
I kick the door open, throw us both inside, and slam it shut behind us just as the undead swarm into the living room.
A second later
BAM!
Something hits the door hard.
I slap my hand over my mouth to keep from screaming.
Outside, the zombies screech and growl, slamming against the walls, the floor, and the doors.