Mike had seen something that Ebo and Eli had not seen yet.
Across the street, a*****e was still standing intact, and its glass front was not cracked. However, trapped behind the glass front was a horde of snarling, grunting, growling tombers!
Their faces were pressed to the glass and their rotten fingers were beating frantically on the glass, seeking a way out to kill.
Ebo was walking towards the few tombers on the street who were rushing at him with his rifle levelled.
Deliberately, without hesitation, Mike levelled his gun at Eli's back and shot him! The heavy slug scorched Eli's T-shirt and slammed into him, hurling him forward to hit the street facedown. He tried to turn around, and Mike shot him in the back again, the slug breaking his spine and slamming his head down on the h
