MALCOLM'S POV
They forced through.
The carts broke behind them with a long metal scream, and the dead poured into the gap like water through a cracked wall. Malcolm fired first, close enough that bone and black blood hit his sleeve. Harry fired after him. Arnulf shoved Archie forward, cursing under his breath, while Archie ran with his rifle clutched too tight and his eyes too wide.
"Move!" Malcolm barked.
They moved because there was nothing else left.
The street ahead opened for half a second, then closed again. Malcolm shot a walker through the face, drove his shoulder into another, and cut left before the twitcher on top of a car could launch. Harry fired at it and hit clean. The twitcher dropped, but the shot dragged more bodies from the next corner.
Archie stumbled over broken metal.
Harry turned back. "Kid!"
