The moment Ethan blocked the window, the Stage D zombie woman in the black dress let out a furious snarl and lunged straight at him.
Ethan's grip tightened on the barbell bar. He swung hard, aiming for her skull.
But she was fast—too fast. Her body blurred, slipping past the strike, and then her foot slammed into his chest. He hit the floor hard as she spun and crashed through the window, glass shattering around her.
She almost made it out.
Almost.
Ethan, flat on his back, reached out and grabbed her leg in a desperate lunge, yanking her back into the room with sheer brute force.
She shrieked in rage, twisted around, and opened her jaws wide, aiming to tear into his throat.
But Chris had been waiting.
He struck from the shadows, his fire axe cleaving down onto her skull.
The blade didn't split her head, but it buried deep, wedging into bone.
