The axe swung, and another zombie messily dropped. He looked around, but that was it. “Anybody hurt?”
There was no reply for a minute, and then Larry said, “Glen got bit.”
They walked over to where he was sitting. “Glen?”
“Yeah. On the arm. Fuck me.”
“Don’t panic, all right? We’ll take you back, tie you up, wait and see, all right? I heard there are people who’ve beat it.”
“Fucking name one, man. Who?”
“Trust me, all right?” He couldn’t shoot him, not now. Not Glen. Not until after he’d turned.
“Naw, fuck it. Just let me sit here.”