The first ghoul hit the barricade like a ball made of flesh. Its body slammed against the wall of overturned gurneys and filing cabinets with a sickening crunch. Yellowed fingernails, blackened with decay, clawed desperately through the gaps between metal furniture as three more creatures piled in behind it, their guttural moans rising into a chorus of hunger that echoed through the hospital's hollowed-out lobby.
"NOW!" Shihab's voice cut through the chaos like a blade.
From the second-floor balcony, Jawad leaned over the railing with the Molotov in his hand. He didn't flinch, With a practiced motion, he threw the bottle downward in a perfect arc. The glass shattered against the tiled floor, the molotov fell at the zombies feet and for a few seconds nothing happened. Then the world e
