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…"