“Is this safe?” Todd looked at his brother who lay on the roof with the rifle.
“Sure. There’s the wall. It would take a ton of them to get through. I’ve only ever seen a dozen a day. And when I see ’em…” Gabe squeezed the trigger.
Crack!!! The rifle reported, Todd covered his ears, and across the wall a zombie’s skull exploded. It took two steps before falling.
“High five little bro.”
Todd slapped his hand and pointed to the treeline. “Gabe, the trees are moving.”
Countless zombies tumbled out of the trees.
Gabe exhaled and chambered another round.
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