Four: The Loot (The Good Guys, #4)

by Eric Ugland

Five minutes of high-intensity death-ercise and the zombies were down.

There were cleaning supplies and rags and whatnot left around, as well as what seemed to be a very comfy chair and a few half-drunk bottles of wine. Or, alternatively a few half-full bottles of pee. Tough to tell, really.

“Fuck all y’all.”