He wished he had a nice spear or something, but one wasn't going to suddenly appear. Luck wasn't on their side as the zombies headed towards them. Even their uneven, brainless movements were unnerving. Maraich was used to assassins and getting into well-thought out fights, so the movements of something that had absolutely no planning behind them were strangely difficult to take in.

On the other hand, they came straight for them. No sudden ducks, twists or turns. He took a step back as they got to the car. Arms up, it directly tried to reach and grab at his ankles, and even when he was on the other side of the roof it was too close for comfort. In an uncharacteristically simple reaction, he took a slight step forward and plunged the knife into the top of its head.

It seemed to have some sort of seizure, but that wasn't enough for him, so he stabbed several more times until undoubtedly the brain must have been scrambled and it slid down the side of the car. It wasn't the only one, but it was the one that was in a good enough position for him to do that.

He glanced over at the other teenager next to him as he backed off, now bloody knife in hand.