“I saw it move,” yelled Max. Sure enough it was a Zombie scout, well scout is bit of an overstatement. It was just the edge Zombie of a whole mess of Zombies coming their way. Max and Lester had been staying ahead of the herd more through luck then any innate skill in Zombie combat. Max liked overkill, and nothing says overkill like a bazooka. “Up” yelled Lester. Swoosh. Boom. No more Zombie. It’s a little known fact; Zombies don’t eat other Zombie so smearing your self with fresh Zombie goo will keep you safe for a day or two.