The man- like thing lurched up and smacked Smoke in the chin. He staggered back. It started walking down the hall, arms dangling at it's sides and a hole clean through it's back and chest. Sidney took aim.
Blam! Blam! Blam! It tumbled over with it's kneecap blasted apart. Good shot. Smoke wiped his brow and headed after their fallen attacker where it withered on the floor. I think it's a zombie. He pointed his gun at it's head.
Sidney holstered her pistol, caught her breath and said, Zombies aren't real.