Chapter Twenty-TwoI come to my senses on the floor.
Ariel is extending her hand to me, so I grasp it and get back on my wobbly feet.
A dozen of the walking dead have begun forming a wide circle around us. Some of the corpses look like pasta drainers with all the bullet holes Ariel put in them. She must’ve gotten some target practice in as she made her way to me.
“Let’s flank her again. I’ll thin this herd and you follow,” Ariel whispers and takes a few steps away from me.
The corpses—or Beatrice—do not like the idea of Ariel moving, so they begin to slowly constrict the circle.
Ariel stops, reaches into her inner pocket, and takes out a clip. She must need to reload that gun.
Still dazed, I glance around. The floor is littered with body parts Ariel must’ve ripped off with her bare ha
