Afraid he'd be shot by the Russian or killed by a zombie, he turned around, pointed to the closest undead, and fired several times. It crumpled from the surprisingly accurate bullets and Coryn froze yet again.
The girl seemed to be more comfortable with a weapon than he was, and she took down a few herself.
Maybe I should practice this more often.
The humvee hit a few more things as it went along, and when it had reached the end of the alley it turned yet again. No zombies.
They kept moving, but the undead were nowhere behind them.
They were above them.
Coryn fired for his life as the zombie broke through the glass, and then fell, only to be replaced by another eagerly grasping hold of the back of the vehicle. He shot once more, and then his ammo ran out. What luck.