He peppered the pack with blaster fire, killing two more before they reached the end of the maze. Sam pressed her back to the shipping container at the mouth of the maze with her shield and sword at the ready. Reggie opened fire on the pack as they appeared, his shots not killing them but causing enough damage that they dropped into bloody heaps. When he stopped shooting, Sam moved in and finished them off.
“Clear,” Joel said. “Nothing else on the move. Yet.”
He kept his eyes on the shadows. He felt a tingling on the back of his neck, that feeling you get when you think someone is watching you. He looked up and was happy to see nothing. There were no rafters or ventilation shafts, no hidey-holes for the creepy crawlies to scuttle around in. This would be a straight-out fight. No crawling
