It wasn't made Teagan want to throw up. With every crunch and sick plop of brains, it meant they had one last geek who wanted to eat them up.
"It's always a crap shoot with Pinky." she'd confessed, but it was more of a joke than it wasn't. Pinky had dumb luck. That kind of luck that got him out of things in a way that no one else could. He'd have guns. Lots and lots of guns. That was is MO. He always had enough ammo to blow the world apart. "But he'll help."
They were moving, leading the Zombies, getting them with the sick thwack of metal into decaying flesh. But just as they got through a number, a few more lurched out from the busted open roof door.
Teagan didn't look pleased with this. But then the sound of someone screeching into the vicinity was echoed below. "Maybe that's him." and then there was gun fire.