Just as Stepp squeezed the trigger on the stolen revolver again—the muzzle aimed at the old man trying to get to his feet—Roxanne snatched the trigger of her gun, firing two rounds at the maniac with the cleaver protruding from his shoulder, then screeched.
When Anya’s army of ghouls flooded the office through the open door, Smith covered his face and curled into the fetal position for protection.
The sounds of lips smacking and chomping flesh replaced Roxanne’s terrified screaming.
Anya plucked both bullets from midair before they struck Stepp in the chest, and she signaled for the Mushroom Cult to storm the room—their only objective: neutralize the threat to Smith’s hopeful replacement. Her coven of undead girls swarmed Roxanne like a dust devil and pounced, and Anya crushed the two l
