They moved through the street as a unit, checking the bodies around them.
Lachlan crushed skulls fast with his heel. Alexei froze heads or necks before kicking them into a thousand peices. Elias used a knife when he had to. Zubair burned a pile of half-moving ones near the diner door.
Sera only touched the ones that tried to reach for her. Those she tore apart without slowing.
The air cleared a little. With the new zombies gone, the street felt open again.
But in the distance, they could still hear engines. Faint, not yet close. Someone was out there deciding whether to try again.
Elias finished tying off a stubborn wound on Zubair's arm that refused to heal. "You're going to need to rest that."
"I'll rest when we're out of town," Zubair said.
Sera snorted. "You don't rest."
"You don't either."
"I'm more fun about it."
