I stand ready, my guard up. I know the attack could come from either side, but will most likely come from behind. They love biting into the back of a neck, breaking it if possible, that way the kill stays fresh while they feed. Disgusting creatures. I’m not about to have my blood taint the snow. However, I face the building, watching for my best friend and partner to emerge.
It’s not bright, exposing my neck, but without guns, luring them in close is the only sure way to kill them. They aren’t terribly cautious but can recognize a kid with a rifle or Glock; I have neither -- I did.
Why didn’t we bring more ammunition? I mean really, we knew what we were in for when we got outside the fence. Sometimes we really are just a bunch of stupid kids.