Mikko shouted as we raced down the street toward Asylum. “What are you going on about?” Kubrick asked. “We’d collected six heads for last call. We left them behind. We can’t show up with nothing.” I chimed in. “We’ve got packs of food, Mikko. It’ll be okay, this once. We’ll make up for it tomorrow.” A wall of moans stopped us in our tracks. “If there is a tomorrow,” Frenzy whispered. Between us and Asylum stood a mob of zombies. Kid after kid rushed from the gates, rudimentary weapons in hand. Sticks, spears, axes…anything they could get their hands on. “What in the bloody fresh hell is happening?” Frenzy asked. “Don’t know, don’t care. Just get your sword out and start swinging.” Frenzy did as I requested and barreled into the crowd of Moaners. His swing was fueled by pure rage. And heads rolled. I opted to forgo the pistol. Not only was I a terrible shot, the noise would do nothing but attract more of the bastards to our door. Instead, I shouted to Frenzy, “Rebar!”
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