Ethan, Chris, and Henry moved like they'd rehearsed it. Ethan and Henry held the line while Chris's steel tube kept stabbing for the zombie's neck, over and over, relentless.
After a few punishing minutes, Chris finally drove the steel tube clean through, snapping the Tier 2 zombie's neck.
They all dropped to the floor, gulping air. That one had been rough.
"Yeah… guess it's time to switch weapons," Henry said, looking down at his steel tube, now bent into a sad arc.
"Mine's bent too," he added. "Took the brunt of those hits."
"It's hollow. Lasted this long—can't complain," Chris said.
"Where are we even supposed to get new weapons?" Henry rubbed his wrist. "And honestly, I kinda got used to the steel tube."
"I was thinking about that," Ethan said. "Option one, we grab a fire axe. Should be great for zombies—go for the neck, one swing, one head. Option two, we hit the gym and find a few barbell bars. Those things are solid. Bring one down and the skull just pops."
