Rita and a few of the older boys
had somehow managed to get on to the steel beam that ran across the train
tracks. They threw what they had into the mob. It wasn’t enough to kill all the
zombies, but it helped by giving the resistance fighters time to regroup.
Lilith was still fighting the zombies
on the other side of the chain fence and didn’t look like she needed any back up,
so Edward and the others were left to take down the handful that hadn’t burned
to a crisp from the Molotov cocktails.
When the last zombie was put down,
Lilith joined the group. As she wiped her sword clean, she asked, “How many did
we lose?”
“One,” Tzaddik replied and then
pointed to a female soldier. “I put her out of her misery.”
Edward looked to where Tzaddik had
pointed and saw that the soldier had been shot in the head. “Are you sure that
she was infected?” There were no visible wounds.
Tzaddik glared at Edward and then
walked over to the woman’s corpse and flipped her onto her stomach. The back of
her tee-shirt in shreds, Edward saw that a chunk of flesh was missing from the
midsection of her back.
“We need to patch-up up the
entrance, make sure that the barricade holds in case of another attack.”
“Your enemy knows where you are,”
Edward said to Lilith.
“Maybe not, Bradley replied.
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