"Fucking coward," he muttered under his breath and he too turned to sprint after the Rose and Sherlock, hearing the zombies taking chase after them. The was exactly the opposite of a good plan. Having these creatures chase them to an area where more of them would likely be only put them at a greater disadvantage, but being separated was just was bad.

It didn't help that running was making him feel tired. What the flying fuck was going on?

Eric turn to look behind him, swinging the chair as he did so in just enough time to connect with the zombie that was almost up him. It connected with its face, bits of shriveled, rotting flesh tearing away and the skull caving in. It went down, shuddering violently on the ground before going still.

"We need to find a stronghold," he said, glancing all around wildly. "A place with only one entrance that can deadbolt or be fortified."