They hit the corner fast.
Walkers were already moving in, pulled by the noise. Heads turned. Then they locked on them.
Iyisha felt it before they rushed.
"Fuck," she breathed. "Go."
They pushed straight through.
Marybeth stepped in first, cracking one across the face and shoving it aside.
Aljun drove his blade up under another's chin, ripped it free, kept moving.
Iyisha slipped between them, cutting through the opening they made.
A screech split the air.
Her head snapped to the sound.
Something moved fast along the side.
A twitcher broke from the corner and sprinted straight at them.
"Fuck," Aljun said.
Iyisha looked ahead.
Odelle's sat just down the stretch.
Too far.
They were not making it.
Her hand dropped to her thigh.
She pulled the pistol and raised it in one motion.
Her feet planted hard, just like Malcolm taught her.
She fired.
She missed.
"Shit."
Her teeth clenched. The twitcher was already closing in.
Five feet.
Too close.
She steadied her hands.
