Works perfect. The sudden shout makes Abby's hands clench so tight on the gun and somehow she doesn't fire it. She stops, like he said, blinking hard through the roaring in her ears, swallowing thickly.

The car. She lunges for it, flying across the distance and she scoots in through the door onto the seat as he puts his body firmly between the car and the infected. It gives her enough time to catch her breath and level the gun up through the broken window, waiting for a chance.

She fires. It catches the last flailing runner in the throat and it gargle-screams around the rush of blood, slipping, falling-