[ his sword is lost somewhere during the chaos, and that's, he thinks, what does him in, in the end. he's screaming and clawing to try and get away, encircled by them and he's no good with a gun, all but one shot misses. it's enough for him to knock one down and break the circle around him, but as he's turning to run away, one of them gets him by the back of the shirt and drags him back. he feels hands grabbing at his hair and his neck, trying to pull him down, his arm goes back to try and smash his elbow into its face, but—
dirk arrives just in time for another blood-curdling scream from dave, then he thrashes hard enough to get away and falls to the ground. pain is radiating all up and down his arm and he gasps, breathing hard and feeling around for his sword or his gun or something.
except the zombies are dropping all around him. he thinks he might be hallucinating when he looks up and sees dirk taking them on. ]
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dirk arrives just in time for another blood-curdling scream from dave, then he thrashes hard enough to get away and falls to the ground. pain is radiating all up and down his arm and he gasps, breathing hard and feeling around for his sword or his gun or something.
except the zombies are dropping all around him. he thinks he might be hallucinating when he looks up and sees dirk taking them on. ]