*I step in, and promptly shout. "Hey!" Several zombies shuffle out from a department store, and move towards me, moaning. I quickly flip the shotgun over, and hold it like a club. I swing, making a solid connection with a tall fox, rending his head from his shoulders. A vixen, obviously the two were mates, lunged forward. I drop low, throw her over me, and into a fountain, where her head cracked against the concrete. I swiftly dispatch the other two, and brace against a wall, panting.* "That...whew, whatta work out. Come on in, friends. We've got some holing to do."
