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.