"Let's fucking move, grab what you can and run back. I've got your asses, lets go." He said in a loud whisper, pushing Nathan out of the shop with the others, he pulled the wooden door shut behind him, content it would distract the zombies long enough to make it so they had no idea where the survivors had ran to.<br/><br/>Suddenly, from behind a high wall, came what must have been the shop owner, and lurched for the group. Then she didn't have a face. Retrieving his mace ball from her pulverised face, he urged the group on down the street, pointing to a little path that they had come down in the first place.