Book Seven: Chapter 229

“Oh, I’m perfectly aware that we’re stupid.” Wallace unslung the rifle from his shoulder and took aim at a skeleton that had made it further than the others. There was a crack of gunfire and the creature dropped to the ground, a massive hole in its forehead. “They say that God prefers fools and idiots. Either way, sticking around guarantees me a spot in Heaven.”

Ingrid rolled her eyes and raised her own rifle. She took out another skeleton that was approaching the road. Along the road, her team began picking off undead who made it past the dangerous shores. When they were clustered together, either a grenade or a spell sufficed. There were maybe twenty people total defending the road with another twenty a mile away doing the same.

An eerie cry broke across the island, echoing over the hills and raising all the hairs on the back of Igrid’s neck. She shivered and looked to Wallace for support, but the man had visibly paled.

“This sucks,” he muttered, then shot anothe