The moment Killian threw the truck door open, the growling erupted once more.
The zombies surged forward as one, stumbling over abandoned vehicles and climbing across shattered windshields in their desperate attempt to reach fresh prey. Their movements lacked coordination, yet their sheer numbers made them terrifying.
"Move!" Killian ordered.
He didn't charge recklessly.
He advanced with measured steps, forcing the others to stay behind him.
The first zombie reached him before anyone else.
Its arms shot forward, fingers grasping for his throat.
Killian pivoted to his left, allowing the creature's momentum to carry it past him. As it stumbled, his machete rose in a clean arc before dropping decisively onto the back of its head.
The zombie collapsed without ever touching him.
He had already taken another step before the body struck the pavement.
Erik matched his rhythm.
