“Sure are a lot of ‘em.”
The kid wasn’t wrong. “Hold your fire until the man gives the sign.”
“Hey, Coach Denny, look, it’s Mr. Weston.” He pointed at one particular zombie stumbling amidst the others.
“Yeah, looks like.”
“Sucks, man, I always liked him.” Perry shook his head, adjusted his baseball cap.
“Yeah,” added another boy from down the line, “he gave me an extension on that paper, remember?”
The National Guard Lieutenant with one arm came by, whispered quick instructions to Coach, and moved down the line.
“Get ready, now, boys,” Coach said, “Just like I showed you.”