"Sherlock 'olmes!!" Rose scolded with a yell disturbingly similar to her mum's. Splitting up was the worst thing they could do! Impossible or not, their attackers were clearly zombies. Rose wasn't about to see the group divided into a three-course meal.

She waved for Eric to keep up, not noticing the vampire's weakened demeanor. He was given no time to protest. The girl was already dashing after Holmes.

Rose caught up just in time to see two walking corpses crushed under a stanchion. The sound of flesh and bone cracking apart beneath it was gut-wrenching. Despite a sudden desire to be sick, she nodded, "Brilliant toss, Sherly."

...Sherly? Blimey, she was tired. Whatever.

Three creatures were still standing, stepping over their fallen mates toward the trio. Rose hoisted a rotating poker chip container from a table next to her. With an ungraceful spin, she lobbed the thing shot put-style toward the nearest zombie. A satisfying crash accompanied a sizable burst of chips and bits of graying flesh.

"RUN!!" she screamed, but where could they go?