Chapter Twenty-OneAriel jumps to the side so fast my eyes have a hard time following her.
She aims the gun again.
“Behind you!” I yell and leap to help.
I’m too late.
A golf club crashes into Ariel’s back, and her shot goes into the ceiling.
Spinning faster than humanly possible, Ariel pistol-whips the golf-club-wielding cadaver. His head flies across the room like a hollowed-out melon and lands with a crunchy splat.
I spot a flicker of movement, but before I can cry out, a baseball slams into Ariel’s temple.
She staggers but doesn’t fall. In the meantime, more cadavers—probably the ones playing cards earlier—surround us, and Beatrice dashes away.
“Go after her.” Ariel takes out her knife and half slices, half punches off two cadaver heads. “I’ll take care of them.”
I sprint after
