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My stomach tightens, squeezing the terror right up to my throat.
When I glance over my shoulder, the guards have recoiled, the guns in their hands trembling. It’s one thing to shoot zombies from the safety of a fence, but to be in front of them brings out a raw, primal fear.
An explosive shot sounds, and my attention turns to a guard aiming for the monsters running down toward us.
Meira. I can’t see her. Has she given the monsters a command? Where the hell is she if Mad’s men are firing? The terror of something happening to her grips me.
The wave of undead is like a tsunami, relentless, and it sends a shudder down my back.
“We need to move and find her,” I suggest. “We don’t know what order she gave them.”
Dušan swings around and runs up behind Mad, who’s distracted.
Bardhyl charges toward a guard who has his back turned to him and takes him down.
And suddenly, the walls of chaos close in around us. All I can think about is finding Meira, then finishing Mad, and I pivot toward the undead.
A sudden strike slams into my side so hard, it has me hissing, my spine arching inward.
I whip around to the guard pointing his gun directly at my chest, and a dull, cold ache fills me. My feet are glued to the ground while the commotion around me fades and only the pounding of my heart sounds that this is it.
Bardhyl
Zombies rush toward us while guards with weapons are running to stop them, shooting wildly.
Pop. Pop. Pop.
I frantically scan the area for Meira. One moment she stood at the top of the hill with the zombies, then she merged into their mass and vanished.
Fury skids across my mind as the siren in the distance howls like a wolf. Where the hell is she? With bullets flying, my insides clench at the thought that she’ll get shot.
A hard punch comes to my shoulder “Get the fuck to the ground!”
I grunt with pain and swing around, my fist swinging. Clipping the bastard in the head, I follow his fall, delivering two more blows into his face.
Someone shoves a foot into my back, driving me flat on top of the guard. Rapidly, I roll off the first guy, seeing the other culprit stumbling to catch his step from being pushed by a zombie. But he’s now lifting his gun toward me. So I kick out my leg, my heel striking him in the groin. He stumbles backward, crying like a baby, and I get up.
Several feet away, I spot Lucien iced over, looking at the man pointing a gun at his chest. I swallow hard.
Acid spills into my veins, scorching my insides. I don’t even remember moving, but I sprint over to them, slamming into the guard, coming in from his side like an avalanche.
He hits the ground as his gun goes off, shooting into the air.
My ears ring with a tremendous buzz.
Frantically, I snatch the man’s wrist and squeeze it until he drops the gun. I headbutt him in the face for good measure. My head spins, but it’s damn worth it. He cries out, blood spilling from his nose.
Lucien is there in seconds, punching the shit out of him as I climb to my feet.
“Always saving your ass.” I groan, smirking at my friend. He turns to me, a slash of blood across his cheek from the guy he just beat up. Looks like war paint, and it suits him.
“I had him right where I wanted him,” he answers, but he smiles his thanks. “Where’s Dušan? Last I saw, he was dashing for Mad.”
I scan the yard.
There’s madness all around, but there’s no sign of him. Did Mad take him? “We gotta find them and Meira.”
The zombies are closing in. They fan out, covering the slopes like locusts coming in for a feed. The three or so dozen guards don’t even bother with us anymore, not when they’re anticipating being eaten alive.
