Malcolm's POV
Malcolm ran first, shotgun tight against his shoulder, and the others followed.Harry stayed closest, breathing hard but keeping his head. Arnulf pushed behind him, one hand gripping his rifle, the other shoving Archie forward every time the kid slowed down.
"Keep on him," Arnulf snapped.
"I am," Archie said, but his voice shook.
They weren't.
Not cleanly.
They followed Malcolm's path, but every noise pulled their eyes away. Every undead that stepped out made them slow. Every twitcher made Archie flinch like his body wanted to run in another direction.
A walker came from the left, dragging itself between two cars, and Malcolm shot it before it cleared the hood.
"Move."
They moved.
Another came from the right. Harry fired and hit the shoulder. The body spun but kept coming, and Archie stumbled back into Arnulf.
"Head," Malcolm barked without turning.
Harry cursed and fired again. This time it dropped.
"Sorry,"
