completing another lap around the town and he moves quickly to hide against the inside of the doorway and wait for them to pass by. The sounds of wheezing and spluttering from whatever concoction of blood and mucous filling their airways disgusts him. They sounded exhausted but for whatever reason just kept running.

As they jog past and around the corner, one of them trips over some debris lying in the street ad falls. The rest of the swarm continuing without him. Steve doesn’t waste any time and moves quickly to snag the fallen drone, like a lion in the long grass waiting for a member of the herd to break away. A blow to the back of the zombies head using the butt of the rifle knocks him unconscious.

There we go… Art!