Landon . I wanted to see Landon . Another one came at me, rictus grin wide open, and I shoved my claws through its head, whirling to pitchfork it into two more of its friends.
I saw Jennifer going down under a pile of zombies, too, but I couldn't get to her. Andy struggled to her side.
And then a bomb went off.
Or at least that's what it felt like. A wave of magic, something powerful and strange and ear-splittingly purple, boomed through the whole scene, knocking zombies down like bowling pins and ripping them into pieces.
I fell to my knees. Whammy, as Landon would say.
Fuck, Landon . Had he done that, or Lirien ?
Pinkish sunlight fell on churned snow stained red with blood and filthy black with whatever fluids came out of the undead. I couldn't see more than a few feet in front of me. Shaking my head didn't help, only made the ringing worse.
Why did I feel so fucking heavy? Like I needed to lie down.
Not here. Gross.
