After hashing out the plan with Sean, Ethan tightened his grip on the steel tube in his hand, then moved to the door and shot Sean a look.
Sean gave a quick nod and yanked the door open in one swift motion.
Before the two zombies outside could even react, Ethan swung the steel tube hard—once, twice—and sent both of them flying.
Sean's eyes went wide. Clearly, he hadn't expected Ethan to hit that hard.
As Ethan charged out, Sean didn't dare hesitate. He bolted after him.
The two zombies, knocked to the floor, scrambled back up almost immediately and lunged again.
Ethan didn't miss a beat. He swung the tube in a wide arc, slamming them back down with brutal force.
But the noise had already done its damage.
From down the corridor, a chorus of guttural groans rose up. More than twenty zombies turned and charged toward them, a stampede of rotting flesh and snapping jaws.
"Run!" Ethan shouted.
They bolted for the stairs, the horde howling behind them.
