Bab 65: Unthinkable

Something was moving towards them fast, almost like a blur, this was not a zombie nor was it entirely human either.

The guys who were brought up the rear, knocked over a few more shelves with pots and pans to slow down the zombies but the thing that was intelligent avoided the fall shelf.

Instead it went around and went after the slowest member, Adam.

Adams was being dragged backwards, the sounds of bones being broken more screaming. 

"Give me your gun," yelled Maxwell, the other guy. "I'll kill it, Adam's my friend," he sobbed. 

"What's the point of taking her gun,Maxwell. You don't know how to use it," said the more outspoken twin, "knowing how dumb you can be, you'll probably end up doing more harm than good, like shooting yourself in the foot or something stupid like that."

Maxwell ignored, he wasn't giving up as he searched the shelves for anything that could be used as a weapon.