They were shooting through the broken windows, making a last stand, when the world lit white-hot and the ceiling fell in.
Some time later, Joely woke in pain. He dug himself out from under the plaster and pieces of furniture, and started looking for the others. He found Chuy sitting on a lawn chair in the parking lot, surrounded by charred zombie remains.
“They nuked us, Joely. They fuckin’ nuked us, man.”
“Are we gonna get cancer now? Leukemia? Something like that?”
I laughed. “You’re worried about your life expectancy? Really?”
“I’m just saying, man, goddamn, this is Ohio!”