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!

I 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.

Blam!

Sidney holstered her pistol, caught her breath and said, Zombies aren't real.