Chapter Forty
Max was rooted to the spot; he didn't know what to do. The clickers were closing in from all directions, and he had no route out. How were they all so organised? He'd never seen any of the undead act like this before. The clickers closed in further, encircling Max completely. He turned on his heels, flipping from one direction to the other, doing all he could to spot a way out. He grasped his machete and bat; it looked as if he would have to fight his way out of this one. Fight his way out? As if that was even possible. The reality was that he would rather go down fighting than in a scared heap on the floor. His hands were sweating and his body trembling. He had been so close to death so many times before, but this scared him. This wasn't on his own terms, and this wouldn't be quick and
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