"You guys ready?" Ethan asked, his face all business.
A few tense nods answered him.
Sean and his crew still looked pissed, but Ethan's sheer force of will had steamrolled their objections. In the end, they'd caved.
"I'll count to three. Big Mike, you and Skinny Pete move the ladder."
"Got it," Big Mike said, gripping the ladder tighter. His palms were slick with sweat. Skinny Pete looked just as nervous.
"One."
"Two."
"Three."
The moment Ethan said it, the ladder scraped aside.
BANG—
The iron door slammed open, and two blood-soaked zombies burst onto the rooftop.
It was the first time Ethan and Chris had seen them up close. Their eyes were a sick, glowing red, and the stench of rot and blood hit like a punch to the gut. Ethan's stomach lurched, but he held it down. They'd braced themselves for this.
The zombies locked onto them instantly and charged.
