It was hard to hear much over the sound of the horn baying and the zombies fighting and so Ghost was taken slightly by surprise as he saw zombies from inside the store heading towards him. He hadn’t expected them to close on them that fast. Amber shook her head trying to clear it as Ghost fired his shotgun into the nearest zombie’s knees, its momentum sending it crashing face first into the floor. Now wasn’t the time for subtlety.
Amber climbed up onto the shelving getting a better field of fire. She aimed for the heads of two zombies, hit one and blew most of the shoulder off the second. Ghost fired at the second one, finishing it off. He could see more zombies coming down the escalators. This was not going well. There was one more zombie immediately ahead of him and he didn’t’ have enough time to reload. He shifted his grip of the shotgun, getting ready to use it as a melee weapon. The zombie lunged towards him, but as it did so Amber’s whip wrapped around its neck snapping it’s head back as she pulled. Ghost bought the shotgun sharply up under its chin, smashing bone and cartilage to pieces. A second strike to its face stilled its movement and blood and gore began dribbling down its face. With a flick of her wrist, Amber released the whip and readied it again.
Ghost risked a look behind them. The rioting zombies were beginning to spill into the back of the tore, but so far they didn’t seem to have any specific direction. The three zombies approaching them from the front of the store were another matter.
“The mannequins!” Ghost shouted to her.
Amber’s whip snaked out again, catching a mannequin by the head. She pulled sharply and the head came off and flew across the room. She tried again, this time aiming for the torso. She pulled and it fell forward into the path of the zombies who immediately began tearing it apart.
“Great let’s go,” Ghost said. They ran towards the front of the store, knocking over mannequins behind them. The distraction worked well; in their rage the zombies just attacked any thing that looked reasonably human, especially if it was moving. Ghost and Amber dashed outside, closed the door and pulled down the shutters.
They could see a trail in the snow that the hunched figure had left. It continued along the street and didn’t seem to have come back.
“Want to head back?” Ghost asked.
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