Get to the Boat
Time to Go
“Cannon Fodder” Bob crossed the tops of the shipping containers, trying to get to the boat. He got as close as he could, but the dock below was a mass of staggering, plague-infested lost souls.
“Help.”
The Bounty Hunter was no sailor, but he knew those ropes needed cutting to free the boat. He got to work as they shambled closer.
Looking up at the Juve, Slugface judged the height and distance. It didn’t look good, but he answered the lad’s plea.
“Can you fly, Bobby?”
Lawdog took up his position on the rear-mounted harpoon, skewering several zombies with one shot. This didn’t even seem to slow the tide.
“Start the engine, go go go.”
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