"I hope you've eaten your Wheaties today, Andy." David said with a grin, releasing the wooden baseball bat he wore on his back from its leather strap.
"Nope, that's why I'm here." The words were carried with a sigh as Andrew clutched onto a foot of lead blood stained piping he had kept in his back pack. "Stay close together and watch each other's back. Try to avoid using your gun unless completely necessary."
The two men gave each other a curt nod of understanding before springing from the safety of cover, Before the undead could acknowledge their presence, David had made the first move of the skirmish. With a powerful over head swing, David brought the brunt of the bat down hard, cracking the weak partially rotted skull of a long past dead teenage girl. Already in mid swing before the girl could collapse onto the floor, David had made contact once again against the skull of a freshly created cadaver of an obese man. Each following blow from the Native American's bat was as precise as it was savage.
"I know I'd of been better at baseball if I could of practiced on Rots." David found the time to say in between gasps
Andrew slid the metal cylinder clear through the eye socket of an advancing Rot as it spasmed violently from the attack. His aim impeccable and his kick forceful enough to send the corpse sliding off his weapon, Andrew prepared for the second Rot, a middle aged man wearing tattered business casual. Merely a foot behind the first creature, the Rot and lunged towards Andrew with surprising speed. Andrew met the undead's charge with a horizontal swing of his blood caked steel rod. The impact made a sickening crack, knocking the monster to the concrete. The creature groaned in protest as it slowly began to lift itself back up. With heavy boots, Andrew proceeded to stomp on the monster's head, feeling the resistance of cranial bone give way, Andrew continued to bring down his foot until grey matter painted the pavement.
"Aah, fuck." David snarled as he wrestled with two of the Rots. He kept one at bay, holding out his bat laterally, but the other was at his flank. Andrew knew he couldn't reach that one with his weapon in time. He decided....
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