As the woman neared the Wal-Mart further, she seemed to be wielding something - a slingshot? Nicholas could have scoffed. What damage would a slingshot do to a zombie? His grip on the machete tightened, and he held it with both hands like a baseball bat. His entire body was shaking violently out of fear, his heart pounding hard against his chest. A whimper threatened to break out of his throat.

Finally, he mustered the courage to squeak, "Stop!"