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The choice was made for him, because the creature raced at them far too fast for any chance of escape.
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r /> BROTHER ALEXI SWUNG HIS HAMMER AND THE HEAVY WEAPON, POWERED by the giant’s massive muscles and all his mounting terror, slammed into the first zombie to reach him.
The zom’s head exploded, and the lifeless body flopped to the ground.
Alexi used the force of the blow to turn his body in a pirouette, and as the hammer came around again he smashed it into the second zom. The blow caught the dead thing on the shoulder, but the force shattered its spine.
Alexi checked the swing and brought the hammer over and down onto a third zombie, and a fourth.
He laughed out loud, and his fear melted away to become diluted in battle joy.
“Come on, you rotting buggers!” he bellowed.
The zoms rose from the twitching bodies of the chosen ones, their empty eyes seeking out the author of that challenge, their mouths dripping red.
“Come on!”
They came.
Eighteen of them came.
His laughter died in his chest.
Some of them were in jumpsuits, some were in bloodstained black—with angel wings on their chests.
Something small and round sailed past Alexi’s face, and he flinched reflexively away from it. It looked like a metal baseball, and it hit the ground in front of the leading wave of zoms, bounced once, and exploded.
The blast was huge.
Pieces of zoms were flung in every direction. Blood splashed against the white plane.
Alexi spun around, shielding his eyes.
Then the air was fractured by gunfire and the combat howl of a huge dog.
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BENNY HAD NO CHOICE.
He and Nix were too close to each other to swing their swords—they were breaking one of Tom’s cardinal rules about battlefield combat.
But she seemed frozen in place.
“I’m sorry!” Benny said, and shoved her backward as he jumped forward to meet the creature.
He heard Nix’s scream as she hit the edge of the slope—and fell.
Benny had no time to process that.
The creature was on him, and Benny lunged in low and to the left, swinging the sword in as powerful a lateral cut as he could manage. The shock of impact jolted him, but the katana was sharper than a razor. It sliced through dead flesh and brittle bone.
The creature fell past him and Benny turned, controlling the erratic postimpact swing of his blade. As he pivoted, he saw the zom scramble to a stop at the top of the slope and wheel around. The sword had cut completely through the right side of its chest, from front to back. Muscle and bone were destroyed, and the monster’s right arm sagged down. It did not even pause. There was no reaction to damage; there was no pain.
It growled and came charging again, and Benny tried the same trick, aiming lower this time, trying to catch the leg.
The creature dodged out of the way.
