Mrs. Johnson goes Ballistic

Mrs. Johnson moved first, grabbing her 12-gauge shotgun. "Joe!" she snapped, loading a shell and blasting the head off the closest zombie. Who knew an old widow like her would be such a good shot, and would have a small arsenal in her basement? Her late husband had been something of a gun nut, or as she had put it, a gun "enthusiast". Joe wasn't complaining or anything, stumbling into her house while on the run had literally saved his life. It was a shame about her cats though.

Joe brought the assault rifle she had given him up and fired, knocking two more zombies out. Mrs. Johnson blasted again, taking the leg off of one below the knee, it collapsed to the ground but still seemed to be crawling forward. Joe carefully targeted the last one and got it just before it reached the girl.

"Quentin, Avery! Get that ladder down quick!" Mrs. Johnson barked.

1. They rescue her
2. The last zombie, still missing a leg, grabs her ankle as she climbs. Joe is forced to intervene

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