MARYBETH'S POV
Marybeth shifted Lance higher against her shoulder and almost dropped him when Malcolm slammed the first walker into the wall.
Bone hit brick. The walker's jaw snapped loose before it could reach him, but Malcolm did not let it fall. He caught it by the throat, drove his knife up under its chin, then shoved the body aside hard enough that it rolled across the broken pavement.
Marybeth stopped walking.
Aljun stopped with her. Lance hung between them with his head loose against his chest. Sweat had soaked through the front of his shirt. His breath came thin and uneven, and his weight pulled at both of their arms.
"Keep moving," Malcolm said.
His voice stayed low.
Marybeth looked at Aljun. Aljun looked back once, then looked away. He tightened his hold under Lance's arm and started walking again, but his face had gone stiff.
