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We left the building and stepped outside into the daylight, where we were now at the mercy of the zombies. Actually, the zombies were now at the mercy of Nora and her pent-up aggressions from being an abandoned rock star’s daughter.
“Save the bullets if you can, Wild,” she hollered at me. She’d also grabbed the hacksaw and looked more than ready to use it.
“I’ll try,” I answered as two zombies headed my way immediately. I took a deep breath and kicked one in the head and then turned to bash the other one in the eye with the cane.
I could really use some steel-toed boots right about now, I thought as I watched the first zombie, a guy who may have once been cute before his face began to fall apart, get back to his feet. He came at me quickly, with his gnarly black mouth open wide, and
