"Start the spell now!" Micah howled at the witches just as he released his bolt, the arrow striking a zombie square in the head.
There were only two ways to kill a zombie: a headshot or complete decapitation.
But even a headshot was risky.
That had been confirmed when the creature he had just shot kept walking forward, the arrow lodged deep in its skull like nothing more than an inconvenience.
Then another arrow whistled past Micah's shoulder and buried itself into the zombie's head. This time the creature dropped.
Micah turned to his side.
Jeremiah.
The boy had already reloaded his crossbolt.
Micah muttered a quick thanks before turning back toward the approaching wave of faster zombies.
Decapitation would have been faster, but they were holding the line here and Micah was no martyr. He wasn't stepping a foot beyond the gate just to make sure each corpse stayed down.
