The first round struck the right forearm, sending blood and bone spraying behind it. The force sent the zombie spinning three-quarters of the way around, both arms flailing, barely keeping its feet. Just as it regained its balance and turned back towards them, the second round struck it in the stomach, causing the creature to double over and moan. As it straightened up, one arm outstretched towards him, he aimed for a kneecap.
“Oh, would you please stop fucking around?” Roger put a bullet through the zombie’s brain and it fell motionless to the pavement. “We’ve got shit to do.”