Panting heavily Sarah turned away from the gruesome spectacle, staggering to the wall before throwing up. Distantly she heard James approach, but still flinched violently when he rested his hand on her back. He looked at the still figure and then at the squeegee that now lay discarded beside it.
‘Were you planning on washing it to death?’ His voice was strained with shock.
‘Didn’t you smell him? I’m sure he hasn’t showered for a week,’ she retorted weakly. They grinned wanly at each other, James walking over and prying the knife from its skull.
A low growling snapped their attention back to the present; James grasped her arm and pointed back at the street.
‘There’s more,’ he hissed. The commotion had drawn the attention of what looked to be about fifteen creatures of various shapes and
