All wrong.
Eyes clouded and movements snapping, twitching, hungry.
One turned toward me instantly, as if it could feel me standing there.
It lunged.
I met it halfway, the bat coming down hard.
Bone cracked and it dropped like a stone.
Another came from the side.
Fast.
I grabbed it by the front of its shirt?—
And threw it.
It hit the wall hard enough to leave a dent before sliding down in a heap.
I froze for half a second and looked down at my hand.
“How in the hell?”
No time.
More infected were coming toward me.
The front of the clubhouse erupted into noise—shouting, boots, something slamming against metal.
Then a voice I knew.
“Move! Move!”
Stain.
I turned and ran.
Fast.
Faster than should have been possible.
My boots hit the stairs, and I took them two at a time—then three—then I was at the bottom before I even registered moving.
The door slammed inward.
An infected crashed through, jaws snapping, half its face torn open.
I stepped into it.
The bat cracked against its skull.
Once. And this one dropped too.
Stain stumbled in backward, firing over his shoulder.
“Close it!” he barked.
