Jeremy lifted the flare gun, aiming at the zombie’s torso.
In a split second the zombie was flying backwards through the air, blown back by a flare to the chest.
Jeremy stood defiantly holding up his smoking flare gun, looking angry and, if Marija had been watching she’d have had to admit, kind of badass.
“All right fuckers, I’ve had just about enough today,” Jeremy announced.
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