Max scrambled backwards away from the torrential rainfall of flailing clicker limbs, the palms of his hands scraping against the rough pavement. The roof of the van continued to warp as the bodies collided like falling bombs, crashing in time with Max's ever-increasing heartbeat. The sound of bone cracking upon impact stood out against the swarm of teeth snapping against teeth, as the clickers dragged their bodies along, driven by pure animalistic hunger. Blood, pus, rotten flesh, those red, red eyes, it all blurred into one nightmarish oil painting as Max's back crashed against the wall of the shop behind him.
"Max!" a voice screamed in his left ear. "Max, get up!"
Lizzie tugged at his underarms with all her strength, urging him to move as the herd closed in.
"Max, we need to go, no
