They were fast approaching the main part of the shopping centre. The last few hundred metres had been non-stop s*******r, the stretch of road behind the group now awash with blood and guts and body parts, yet the number of oncoming corpses showed no signs of reducing. There was a carpark the size of several football pitches still to cross before they made it to the entrance doors. ‘This isn’t gonna work,’ Chapman whispered to Sam in a momentary gap between kills. ‘We can’t just go waltzing in there without checking it out first. The mall might be just as busy as it is out here.’
‘I know, but I don’t see that we have any choice. Out here we’re exposed.’
Joanne was close behind. She smashed the skull of a cadaver against a lamppost, then pushed through between the two men. ‘I know this pla
