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Suddenly I notice Alaric at my side, bashing in a zombie’s head. It seems like the zombie was about to take a chomp out of Whiskey’s leg.
Okay, so maybe I have to get saved so I can save the others.
Rattled, I fumble with my bow and nearly drop it under Whiskey’s dancing feet.
Alaric pulls Whiskey’s reins to calms him.
“Brandee,” he shouts at me. “Stay close. I will get you to the barrier and you’ll be safe.”
“Oh no,” I tell him. “I’m in this until the end.”
“You infuriatingly stubborn girl,” he tells me. “You have no business being on a horse for a walk in the park, much less a melee packed with zombies. Leave now before you get yourself killed.”
“No,” I yell back. “This fool is going to help fight the zombies!” Tugging Whiskey’s ear, we gallop away.
A moment later, Alaric and
