[b][h3]March 15, 2018 - Framingham, Massachusetts - Walmart Checkout Area[/h3][/b]

Panic had set in as the deadman's scalp continued to slide off his skull in Grant's hand and the rotten toothed maw drew closer and closer to Grant's face by the second. This was it, he was going to die in Walmart of all places. He turned his face away when the stench became unbearable and he looked to Bri who was downing another rotter unable to help him. As far as last things to see go, Bri certainly was one of the best things he could think of. He had accepted his fate.

He closed his eyes and waited for the end. [i]Tink[/i]. He heard the bat ring out as it struck the deadman's head and hit with enough force to knock the corpse almost completely off of him. Shock. Relief. Confusion. Pain. He was experiencing so much all at once as he kicked the body the rest of the way off and began to crawl backward, looking around to see the guy that had just attacked him with his bat in hand over the corpse. He was in disbelief, why did this guy help him after attacking them?

Then he heard his attacker call out to Bri, something about another stinker and a shiver ran down his spine. Grant scooted back until his back was against a solid surface and as luck would have it his hand found his hatchet on the ground next to him. He looked away from the guy with the bat just for a moment as he grabbed his hatchet and then looked to the man with the bat and threw it. Grant had gotten pretty good with a hatchet while in college, there was this bar he used to go to that had axe throwing range. The hatchet spun through the air toward the batter and then sailed just past him and into the forehead of the last shambler, dropping it to the ground like a sack of potatoes. [color=0076a3]"Found it."[/color] He jested as best as he could, before he groaned in pain and held the back of his head.