Three buses roared through the narrow, ruined streets, their engines howling as the drivers wrestled the wheels, swinging the massive vehicles from one end of the street to the other. Again and again they swerved, tires screeching, steel frames groaning under the strain.
But the endless turns and roadblocks slowed them down. From his perch atop the lead bus, Merek's sharp gaze swept their surroundings. His jaw tightened as he saw the inevitable, hundreds of zombies, closing in fast.
His eyes flicked left and he saw a three-story building. Without hesitation, Merek leapt, his boots hitting the rooftop hard. He rolled, absorbing the impact, and rose fluidly to his feet.
From this new vantage point, his heart sank. The horde wasn't limited to the street behind. No, they were flooding in from every direction. Side streets spewed forth masses of the dead, and from the buildings themselves, zombies burst from shattered windows, joining the fray in droves.
