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Paul’s mouth, not giving him the chance to make noise.
The woman slid into the shadows of the corn on the opposite side of the clearing. When the next stiff figure came through and there was no attack order, and then three more zombies behind it, they understood the walking dead wasn’t Alexa’s target.
“Hunting for me?”
They swiveled in time to be hit with a blast of something blue that sent the two front fighters them flying into the corn and knocked the others to the ground.
The wizard had once been a man-perhaps one who’d enjoyed dressing up and going to comic con. His pocket protector and faded fantastic-four shirt were at extreme odds with the hatred and magic coming from dead black eyes. The fighters noted his gray skin was marked with brown spots that appeared to be decaying flesh. He was also becoming undead.
On her ass between rows, Alexa sent her own blur of flames and it knocked the tall, thin man to the ground. He immediately rose and vanished.
“Over here, little toys,” the wizard taunted, reappearing. He was behind them all for a second and then gone when Edward lunged.
Already tired of the game, Alexa quickly estimated where the wizard would reappear and was there to have one of her guns at his temple when he solidified.
The man threw up his wrinkled hands in defense, shocked at her victory, and missed Mark coming up behind him.
Alex met Mark’s gaze for a brief second, gave a curt nod.
Mark reached out, grabbed the wizard’s head, and snapped his neck.
The zombies in the corn moaned in furious rage, drawn their way as the body fell and they tried to rush Alexa’s group for vengeance. A large zombie wearing overalls and only one cowboy boot swung out and snatched Jacob’s arm, mouth opening. The preacher brought his K-bar down on the man’s neck as he jerked himself out of the way, and the corn rained red.
“Level three blades,” Alexa ordered.
Paul watched in awful comprehension as the fighters grinned and pulled out ugly weapons long-stained with use. Each of them had something different. Edward and Alexa had serrated grass whips, while Jacob and Daniel preferred curved-blade clearing axes. The other two had landscape sickles with long handles and sharp edges. The shuffling, moaning zombies didn’t stand a chance of escaping the fight and as expected, they didn’t try.
Alexa swung, sliced, ducked and switched to the next monster, but inside, it hurt her to end these former humans. They’d been people once and she hadn’t forgotten that.
Paul stayed down and still, hoping not to have to fight, but the undead always preferred easy prey. It was usually the elderly or the kids they attacked to make up for slow wits and even slower reflexes.
A cold, hard hand brushed Paul’s hair and he scrambled forward to avoid it, screaming.
The zombie was mostly a skeleton under a checkered dress and Paul continued to scream as she crawled toward him on her remaining knee.
Daniel and Billy had hands and teeth lunging for their ankles, and the two men stabbed their knives down into skulls and necks. They went to help Alexa, and found five undead corpses at her feet. Edward and Mark were right behind her, handling the half-dozen targets that had tried a rear ambush.
Gore splattered over the corn, soaking into the ground under the group, and the zombies dwindled to random figures that the group quickly dispatched to the afterlife, all vaguely aware of Paul screaming behind them.
As the fight finished, Alexa and her men scanned the corn and the battlefield for more threats.
“Damn.”
They all turned in surprise at Jacob’s curse.
Paul had ended a zombie, in his own lap. His computer, which he’d refused to leave, was in pieces. He had used it to shatter the zombie’s skull and save himself.
“Well, ain’t that interesting,” Mark drawled snidely. He quickly reloaded. “Now if he would only learn to be quiet!” The convict spat toward the shaking scientist. “You’re
The woman slid into the shadows of the corn on the opposite side of the clearing. When the next stiff figure came through and there was no attack order, and then three more zombies behind it, they understood the walking dead wasn’t Alexa’s target.
“Hunting for me?”
They swiveled in time to be hit with a blast of something blue that sent the two front fighters them flying into the corn and knocked the others to the ground.
The wizard had once been a man-perhaps one who’d enjoyed dressing up and going to comic con. His pocket protector and faded fantastic-four shirt were at extreme odds with the hatred and magic coming from dead black eyes. The fighters noted his gray skin was marked with brown spots that appeared to be decaying flesh. He was also becoming undead.
On her ass between rows, Alexa sent her own blur of flames and it knocked the tall, thin man to the ground. He immediately rose and vanished.
“Over here, little toys,” the wizard taunted, reappearing. He was behind them all for a second and then gone when Edward lunged.
Already tired of the game, Alexa quickly estimated where the wizard would reappear and was there to have one of her guns at his temple when he solidified.
The man threw up his wrinkled hands in defense, shocked at her victory, and missed Mark coming up behind him.
Alex met Mark’s gaze for a brief second, gave a curt nod.
Mark reached out, grabbed the wizard’s head, and snapped his neck.
The zombies in the corn moaned in furious rage, drawn their way as the body fell and they tried to rush Alexa’s group for vengeance. A large zombie wearing overalls and only one cowboy boot swung out and snatched Jacob’s arm, mouth opening. The preacher brought his K-bar down on the man’s neck as he jerked himself out of the way, and the corn rained red.
“Level three blades,” Alexa ordered.
Paul watched in awful comprehension as the fighters grinned and pulled out ugly weapons long-stained with use. Each of them had something different. Edward and Alexa had serrated grass whips, while Jacob and Daniel preferred curved-blade clearing axes. The other two had landscape sickles with long handles and sharp edges. The shuffling, moaning zombies didn’t stand a chance of escaping the fight and as expected, they didn’t try.
Alexa swung, sliced, ducked and switched to the next monster, but inside, it hurt her to end these former humans. They’d been people once and she hadn’t forgotten that.
Paul stayed down and still, hoping not to have to fight, but the undead always preferred easy prey. It was usually the elderly or the kids they attacked to make up for slow wits and even slower reflexes.
A cold, hard hand brushed Paul’s hair and he scrambled forward to avoid it, screaming.
The zombie was mostly a skeleton under a checkered dress and Paul continued to scream as she crawled toward him on her remaining knee.
Daniel and Billy had hands and teeth lunging for their ankles, and the two men stabbed their knives down into skulls and necks. They went to help Alexa, and found five undead corpses at her feet. Edward and Mark were right behind her, handling the half-dozen targets that had tried a rear ambush.
Gore splattered over the corn, soaking into the ground under the group, and the zombies dwindled to random figures that the group quickly dispatched to the afterlife, all vaguely aware of Paul screaming behind them.
As the fight finished, Alexa and her men scanned the corn and the battlefield for more threats.
“Damn.”
They all turned in surprise at Jacob’s curse.
Paul had ended a zombie, in his own lap. His computer, which he’d refused to leave, was in pieces. He had used it to shatter the zombie’s skull and save himself.
“Well, ain’t that interesting,” Mark drawled snidely. He quickly reloaded. “Now if he would only learn to be quiet!” The convict spat toward the shaking scientist. “You’re
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