Immediately, the two kids closed their mouths with their hands. They trembled, dropping the kitchen knives in their hands. Sam's chest was moving up and down, gasping for air while Lola had tears in her eyes.
"Let's clear them as soon as possible." Justin looked at Grand Pa Philip.
A wild smile appeared on grandpa Philip's face. "I know you're not a simple man. Let's race. The highest number of kills will ask the other to do something for him. Do you dare?" His smile widened showing his missing teeth.
"Sure. But don't cry when you lose, old man."
"You're still wet behind the ear to make me cry for losing. But who told you I will lose."
A long dark pole arm appeared in grand pa Phillip. "Are you sure you still wanna continue with the bet?"
"Bring it on."
"Sure!" Grandpa Phillip dashed into the horde of zombies with great speed.
Bang! Bang!
