Stumbling along after Kurt, Blaine just kept telling himself to put one foot in front of the other and don't look back. He focused on Kurt's back, jumping slightly when he fired the shotgun, tripping over an arm that he didn't know if it was attached to something or not. Was this what war was like? Only, the dead guys got back up and kept coming.
His teeth were chattering by the time Blaine recognized the SUV up ahead. Not far now.