Hector paused with his shoulder pressed to the corner as he peeked into the foyer of the office building. His breath was still coming in quick gasps and his heart pounded. Accuracy might be an issue when the shooting started. They hadn’t spotted him yet, but he didn’t have much time to make his decision.

Captain Boren was sprawled across the floor nearby the fountain at the center of the room. He was struggling to maintain consciousness despite the multiple gushing wounds inflicted upon him by the Hellspawn. This man, Hector thought, is the morale of our unit whether he is wounded or not. The Hellspawn perched threateningly on the fountain and watched the Captain try to reload his weapon using a ruined hand. It hissed laughter.

Lucy was backed into a corner, firing her last few rounds into a crowd of approaching zombies. Hector was about to lose the love of his life.

He held the rifle that could save his love in one hand and touched the high caliber pistol that could stop the Hellspawn with the other.