Ghost helped Amber stand and they ran to the side of the entrance and back around the corner. Looking back they could see the zombies tearing into each other. It wasn’t anything that could be described as martial arts or even fighting. It was pure unthinking violence. A meaningless orgy of destruction.
Unfortunately the monks seemed to be of the belief that shooting a zombie would kill it. The book they’d read must have missed out the part that where you shot something was rather important too. The zombies were literally ripping each other apart. Being shot in the arm was a fairly minor wound by comparison.
Ghost looked for the Necromancer in the confusion of bodies, but couldn’t see anything. There was no way to tell whether he had been trampled to the ground beneath the heaving sea of blood and bodies of if he’d managed to retreat. What Ghost did know was that the zombies were beginning to turn their attention to what little remained of the doors and the monks.
Cautiously Ghost started going up behind the monks and shaking them. They almost seemed to be in a haze, caught up in their gunfire. Slowly, one-by-one he brought those nearest to him back to reality.
“We need to get out of here,” he told Daniel.
Daniel nodded and called at the monks to retreat. Something in his voice seemed to pierce through their haze and although they continued firing at the zombies, they started to retreat.
“We’ve got a problem,” Amber appeared at his side.
“I know,” he nodded.
“No, I mean we’ve got another problem,” she turned in the direction of the front of the mall. “someone’s opened the doors down there, they’re coming and they’re going to cut us off.”
Ghost weighed up his options quickly. It was tempting to try to make a run for it. The zombies were slow and the snow would help. However the snow would also slow the monks down a lot and if they got surrounded he didn’t think they had anywhere near enough bullets to deal with the zombies, let alone the skill to use them.
“Back to the loading bay,” he said softly to Daniel.
He didn’t like it, but right now it was better than any of the alternatives he could think of.
“Cover me,” he said to Amber as the monks headed back towards the steel shutters. He hefted the fire axe and strode towards the nearest zombies. He swung it low, tearing apart the creature’s knee and sending it sprawling to the ground. He stepped back out of the reach of it’s arms and swung again at another zombie’s legs again bringing it crashing down. He heard Amber’s shotgun fire twice behind him and the heads of two more zombie’s exploded. He brought his own shotgun to bear one-handed and fired into the legs of two more zombies. The surrounding snow was becoming slick with blood and gore.
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