The rotting people get closer and closer, lurching ever nearer.
“We'll have to escape through one of the houses,” Alisha shouts
over the increasingly loud groans coming towards them.
“Which one?” bellows Raven.
“Any!” The girl grabs his arm and pulls him toward a door. She
throws herself feet first at it, kicking it in, landing smoothly to
set about the house's occupants. Raven is surprised to see they have
armed themselves with bats, but their slow movement means Alisha
makes short work of dispatching them.
As their bodies collapse to the ground, Raven takes her hand.
“Come with me,” he says to her. “I have a plan.”
