The metal around my waist snapped tight enough to stop me from disappearing into the horde, leaving me suspended between Yuche and half a dozen zombies that apparently didn't understand why kidnapping someone in front of her four homicidal boyfriends was a bad idea.
And yes, I said it. They were officially my boyfriends. I was willing to put a title on them at this moment.
One had both hands around my wrist. Another held my jacket, and at least three more were pulling on my legs while the tether tried to tear me in the same direction from the inside.
This was why I didn't like being touched.
Yuche pulled me back hard enough that two zombies lost their footing. Before they could recover, metal shot along the ground and wrapped around their arms.
He twisted his hand.
Every arm holding me separated from its body.
