After the ground stopped trembling, I stepped out of the restaurant, gripping the Tomahawk ax firmly in my right hand.
“What the hell am I thinking?” I said under my breath, staring at the hundreds of zombies crowding all around the MOA. “They were right. This has got to be a suicide mission beyond all other suicide missions.”
But you have to try and save the girls, countered a little voice in the back of my head. Have faith. You made it this far.
Taking a deep breath, I put one foot in front of the other and began walking. There was no time for second thoughts or reasoning. Sure, it was me against a couple hundred of them, but something told me that time was running out and if I didn’t go for it, my life would quickly follow suit.
As I neared the end of the restaurant’s parking lot, a
