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used to be, sending him reeling into the grass. I then rushed the third zombie, a naked, elderly woman who was missing so much flesh from her physique that it was difficult to tell she once was female.
    I hit her with another palm strike directly to the face, but that only knocked her down on her back. I brought my foot down hard on the back of her skull and felt it give way as the heel of my boot sank into the slippery goo of her brain matter. I then turned back to the skinhead, who was still rolling around on the grass like a turtle caught on his back. With a crunch , I sank the high heel deep into its skull, but the heel snapped off the shoe from the blow, which wasn’t good at all since it was my only weapon.
    Another member of the rotted masses caught me by surprise and managed to grab a fistful of my hair. I quickly reached up behind me, clasped the thing’s wrist, and ducked backward while twisting the man’s arm up behind him. I released his twisted arm just long enough to grab the top of his head with one hand and then his jaw with the other, then immediately wrenched his neck hard to the right, causing the thing to collapse to the blood-soaked turf. I didn’t like hand-to-hand combat because there was always the risk of infection, but I was fresh out of options.
    Shots echoed around us, and I turned just in time to see Nick kill a number of zombies, one by one. The bad thing was, his ammo wasn’t going to last, and we had no real weapons. A horrible thought came into my head as I stared at one of the zombie’s decomposing legs. Sometimes you have to be creative and use whatever tricks you’ve got up your sleeves to tip the scales in your favor. The leg was pretty much rotted to the point of falling off the unmoving ghoul. His entire femur was exposed, gleaming white in the morning sun.
    I gazed around, only now noticing that all three zombies had been maintenance workers. I ran over to one of them and retrieved a pair of thick leather gloves from his pocket. The other two had the same gloves, so I assumed they must’ve been on a job when things turned ugly; they were certainly the most decomposed of the dead I’d seen. I slipped on the gloves and prepared to perform one of the most repulsive acts of my life, out of absolute necessity, of course.
    Sucking in a deep breath, I reached for my gleaming white prize and easily wrenched the loose bone out. I nearly vomited, but it didn’t matter. Now I had a real weapon. I choked up on the femur like it was a Louisville Slugger and proceeded to raise it high and point it to the crowd of stunned and confused townspeople, like I was Babe Ruth, about to send one more over the fence.
    “ Nick, Lucas! We can use the bones,” I said.
    Nick glanced over. “Dude, that’s just…sick!”
    “ I don’t care! We either fight or crawl into a fetal position and hope they mistake us for a football.”
    “ You didn’t let me finish,” my brother said. “It’s sick, gross, and insane, but it’s brilliant. Stephen King himself couldn’t have come up with something that twisted.”
    “ I ain’t puttin’ my hands inside one of those things!” Lucas barked. “I don’t wanna risk contamination.”
    I pointed down to the gloves on another worker. “It’s do-or-die time, Lucas! Glove up and start swingin’, man!”
    Lucas smiled and rushed over. “Swing, batter-batter!” he shouted, pumping me up as I stared straight ahead into the zombie-infested battlefield. “Hold up! I’ve got an idea,” he shouted.
    “ Lay it on us,” Nick yelled back.
    “ Remember that firefight in Fallujah?” Lucas asked. “We were pinned down behind those dead insurgents, and I started stacking the bodies on top of one another to create a bunker so we could return fire?”
    “ Speaking of sick and twisted,” Nick said through a smirk.
    “ We keep knocking them out and create a wall, of sorts—layers and layers of dead zombies. They’ll try to climb over it and just fall flat on