Episode 8: At The Damn Worst Times
The zombie swarm charges forward madly, viscous drool dripping down the sides of their faces. The only thing that gave Kilr a saving grace was that the zombies had bumped into each other at the moment.
"S**t!" He cursed as he tried to pull the door close, but the zombies were considerably stronger than him, so he steeled his knees and pressed his back against it. "Just when I was starting to wonder where these zombies all went!"
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Kilr cried silently, the numbers were very much against their favour. Narci stepped before him with her eyes flashing with rage of rage interwoven with certainty. "I think I might be able to take 'em on if you have a weapon!!" Kilr wasn't sure if she was serious or pulling a cheerleader stunt.
