As soon as the mutated zombie hit the ground, Ethan didn't waste a second—he kicked the next one behind it straight off the bridge, then grabbed the corpse and dragged it over. No way was he going to dig through a pile of bodies later just to find it.
Half an hour later, the last of the undead were down. The bridge and the banks below were littered with corpses, and the lake water had turned a sickly red from all the blood.
The three of them collapsed where they stood, dropping to the stone like sacks of bricks. They were completely spent.
It took a long moment before Ethan finally pushed himself upright. He walked over to the mutated zombie's body and, with practiced ease, dug the crystal out of its skull.
Before he could say a word, Chris cut in. "Don't even ask. Just eat it. Let's see if it lights up the second point on your first star."
"Yeah, I've been wondering about that too," Henry added.
