Edward’s weapon was knocked out of
his hand and went sliding across the ground, the zombie before him, huge. Edward guessed the creature
to be over six feet tall and close to three hundred pounds. He needed a weapon, but all the soldiers were occupied,
taking the brunt of the battle, their numbers weak against the multitude that swarmed over the barricade.
“Here, catch,” someone yelled out.
Edward turned just as the zombie lunged forward and Bradley’s army issued knife
flew through the air. Edward stretched out his hand and was knocked to the
ground, the creature’s bloody teeth snapping at his face. The knife was on the
ground, but Edward was using all his strength to keep the teeth from touching
him.
Edward’s arms were straining to
push the creature away, his strength giving way to the zombie’s unrelenting
attempt to take flesh. The zombie bit down, ripped away…white linen…? The
bandage, he had forgotten all about it. The zombie momentarily startled, Edward grabbed the knife and jabbed it full force into the thing’s
skull.
Edward pulled himself free from the creature lying on top of him just in time to face
the two coming at him. Suddenly, they burst into flames. “What the
hell?” Edward asked, stunned.
“Keep them coming,” Tzaddik yelled
out.
Edward turned to see several Molotov
cocktails flying over his head and into the zombie crowd.
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