TWO AGAINST TWO

In front of Kevin and his chainsaw stood not one, but two of these zombies, the second even bigger than the first they had seen.

“Hold them, Kevin.” Max yelled, before rushing out of the bunker to get to the van. His hands shook in anticipation and a malicious part of his mind suggested that he run away with the van and leave Kevin, but he shook his head, refusing to listen to that voice.

He pulled the back of the van open, and there lay his intended RPG, which was thankfully multiple use. Taking a pair of earmuffs and two rounds, he loaded one in the canister, and ran forward with the other down the bunker stairs.

There, he could see Kevin swinging at them with his chainsaw the way only a mad man would have, the first one reaching to grab Kevin with a rotting, slimy hand without success thanks to the Allfather's Technology, and the other one's tongue swinging about like a reptile, also trying to get a hold on Kevin. They could not touch him, but rather, were getting cuts on them fro
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