someone behind him muttered. Peter didn’t bother to turn, nor did he say anything. The last several hours had been hard on everyone, and the weekend warriors he was stuck with were barely holding it together. A few, technically, weren’t. He knew there was only so much gung-ho by-the-book bullshit they could tolerate before they started snapping. Instead he nudged the point once, and made a hold here signal. Johns nodded once and sank to one knee, peering around the corner silently. Peter took another good long look at the street to the north, but the zombies there didn’t seem to have noticed them yet. They would soon enough, especially if the unit tried to move in that direction. In the mean time, he could leave the Guardsman covering point to do just that. A couple of the zombies wore the tattered remains of costumes, something he was still shaking his head over. There had been a convention of some sort happening this weekend, something that drew people into the city with the intention of wandering around dressed up colorfully. Zombies were bad enough, and seeing children or the elderly staggering toward you with the same pale skin and hungry eyes of a ‘normal’ zombie was worse still.
