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into the grass, disappearing behind the many that took its place.
    Without another thought I set my sight on the closest one and fired again.
    Then I just kept firing.
    I didn’t count them, I fired till my gun clicked then reloaded and started anew.  The weight of it was heavy in my hands, so different than the bow I was used to.  Three clips in we didn’t even seem to be making a dent.  They were getting really close to the wall, dead arms starting to reach up too close to dangling feet.
    There was a guy about ten feet down from me who had gotten his leg snagged on a piece of exposed metal, the pouring blood drawing them to him like piranhas.  He saw the crowd assembling beneath him and started to panic.  The more he tugged, the worse his injury became.
    S hifting my sights to right below me, I expelled my clip into the closest six dead one at a time. The first three I made the headshot, but on the fourth I nicked it in the shoulder.  The bullet going through some uniform patch on his tattered shirt.  I couldn’t tell if he was with the sheriff's department, fire department or department of natural resources, the cloth was muted brown.
    When I went to reload, movement caught the corner of my eye.
    The injured man had fallen off the wall, but some part of his clothing had snagged. Upside down he hung there, utterly defenseless and bleeding out while his head and arms dangled just over five feet above the ground.
    Within reach of the dead.
    He didn’t scream long, one set to work on his throat almost instantly.  Some of the guards started shouting, trying to shoot at the ones who were devouring their friend.  Rylie was hollering for them to stand down and focus on the immediate threats in front of them.  As morally obtuse as it was, the deadheads that occupied themselves with the guard’s remains were just cut through the number focusing on us or the wall.  It was a time distraction.
    We needed all of those we could get.  I found myself oddly relieved, almost smiling as the man was eaten alive.
    “They are starting to stack!  Shoot back further.”  I recognized that voice.  That was Cole.
    “It’s harder to make a shot!”
    The sheer volume of the onslaught had started to overwhelm us, I sincerely started to doubt we would make it to sundown.  The dead-for-good had started to pile up, making an easy access ramp for their brethren that still had the required limbs to crawl forward. Sweaty, my arms aching from the weight of the gun I focused on keeping my balance on the wall. Something that became increasingly difficult with each discharge of my weapon.  My eyes flipped to the location of the man we lost for but a moment. There was nothing left but shredded flesh stuck to a board.  The things had managed to dislodge the body about half an hour earlier, finishing off the legs they had been unable to reach previously. That grotesque moment acted as inspiration for my continued balancing act.  Whatever pain I was in, it beat the alternative.
    As time crawled by we did the best we could, the sun was a semi-circle peeking over the horizon when we someone was screaming last clip, and at least I thought that’s what he was saying. There was so much noise underfoot.  The moans joining in a loud choir coupled with the banging against the wall.  Three bullets left in my .45. I debated saving one for me, in case-
    The wall shook.
    What the?  The motion startled me so badly I almost fell forward.  I grabbed on to the wood and steel with both hands to steady myself, dropping the gun. It bounced off the head of an old man with torn out cheeks below me.
    Before I could even process that I no longer had a weapon the wall shook again, the sound of gunfire stopping and being replaced with male shouts.
    “Get Down!”
    “Everybody off!”  Shouts of down down down chanted from every direction. I scrambled to comply.  Not sure why we-
    The wall bent like a piece of tinfoil.  It was coming