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>>6196386The shovel easily splits the head of the first rotted counselor, sending its greymatter into the face of the second, but it was enough to slow the shovel's momentum, ensuring the blade lodges in the second’s torso.
He tugs hard, then again, but it won’t give. The zombie’s hands reach out and slice Tommy’s forearms open with jagged nails. Warm blood, stinging air, and pure desperation fill his immediate senses.
He plants his boot firm into the zombie’s chest, kicks like a bronco, and frees his shovel. The counselor, whose rotten body is surprisingly light, flies backward into the doorway, freeing the previously stuck zombies and knocking the couch just enough to let the cabin door freely swing once more.
In an instant, what little protection he had was gone. From somewhere in the woods, he hears Pamela laughing at him, savoring what must be a morbid site from the outside looking in.
>[Press the attack]>[Use Item]>[Flee to second floor] 