“Gotta go, gotta go!”
“Here they come!”
The three runners, bags over their shoulders, could be seen weaving their way through the crowd of zombies, some of whom had seen them and some of whom were still headed for the school bus.
“There’s a lot of them…” Enough that they quickly lost sight of the runners. A shot rang out, and then another. Yuri — arm outstretched with pistol in hand — was revealed by a falling corpse.
Avram sighed. “That’s two rounds.”
The driver asked, “You’d rather he got eaten?”
“I’d rather he was careful. Start the damn bus.”