He had to snicker. "Well, better than all-dead. Just call me Miracle Max for now, huh?"
Phaedra started to explain, and Harry paled at her words. "Phae, if they're people, we can't let them get close to the house. The wards will fry them." He ran a hand through his hair. "And I do mean fry. Last time my place got attacked by zombies, the entire perimeter stank for weeks. And they've been beefed up a lot since then."
Hell's bells, stars and stones, and empty freaking night.
"What distracts zombies? Blood? Think they'd follow a blood trail?" He looked from the hunter to the huntress. "I've got the spare blood packs. If we make a trail out into the woods, we can circle it back on itself. Make a loop. Leave them following it until morning."
At least these were the slow-moving zombies. The faster fuckers would be a problem.