The zombies were on Joe in seconds, and tore him apart. Rachel couldn’t even manage a scream.
She ran, stumbled, fell, struggled to her feet and ran some more, tripped, got up on her hands and knees just in time to vomit. There was a long moment where she was too busy to be scared, too sick and out of her head to wonder if they were behind her, reaching for her, about to clamp down with vise-like hands and jaws.
Later, she wouldn’t remember getting up and going on, or how she got safely to the middle school building.