Watching Ethan dodge and stumble under the zombie's relentless pursuit, the others were on edge, hearts pounding. If Ethan went down, they were next. No question.
Sean's eyes darted around, scanning for anything—anything—they could use.
Then he spotted the ladder, lying where they'd dropped it earlier. An idea sparked.
"I've got something," he said quickly. "We flip the ladder sideways—two on each end—and ram it. With all four of us, we might be able to knock it down. Once it's down, we pin it."
Chris's eyes lit up. "That could work!"
No time to waste. They scrambled to grab the ladder, flipped it horizontal, and lined up—two on each end. Then, with a shout, they charged.
"Ethan, duck!" Chris yelled.
Ethan didn't hesitate. He dropped into a roll just as the ladder barreled past him.
WHAM.
The center of the ladder slammed into the zombie's chest, knocking it clean off its feet.
