Ten seconds...
Twenty...
Forty...
And then Grace was overtaking Maven's SUV to face the new horde of zombies first, keeping Team B as safe as she could.
"Maven, swerve! Shake them off!" She directed through the walkie-talkie, and watched through the sideview mirror as Maven managed to do just as he was told, forcing some of the fast movers into the side barriers.
One of them, however, leaped onto the hood of Maven's SUV and started slamming his hands against the windshield. At first, nothing happened, but then another joined him.
"Shit!"
It was Nina who cursed from the backseat, but her thoughts matched perfectly with the other three who also witnessed the horrifying scene as s web of cracks appeared on the windshield.
"Davian, get ready! Get everyone out if the situation shifts for the worse." Grace shouted into the walkie-talkie, feeling panicked for the first time in this mission as safety of Team B took over her thoughts.
